Page 49 of Keep Him Like Secrets

Soren moved lower, curling his tongue, and slipping it inside me, thrusting lazily for a moment before shifting back up, then sucking hard on my clit.

The sound that escaped me then was half gasp, half groan as my fingers tightened on his hair.

Soren’s fingers slid inside me, making my head fall back against the wall again, a long, deep moan escaping me.

His fingers were slow and deep, until my hips were rocking and my fingers were tugging his hair.

They twisted inside me, stroking against my top wall as his tongue worked my clit once again.

The more I rocked and pulled, the more insistent his fingers and tongue became.

Until the orgasm shot suddenly through me, making me cry out as the pleasure overwhelmed me.

I don’t know how long the climax had a grip on me, but when I finally came back down, I was breathless and shaking.

Soren’s head shifted, planting a sweet kiss on one thigh, then the next.

He made his way up to his feet, tugging down my skirt as he went.

His arm shot out, hitting the button to make the elevator move once again.

Only then did he lean in close by my ear, rattling off an address.

“What?” I asked as the car stopped at the lobby.

“My address,” he said, pressing his lips to mine—hard and deep, but over far too quickly. “You want more, darlin’, you know where to find me.”

With that, he turned and moved in front of the doors as they slid open.

He tucked something into his pocket.

And it wasn’t until he was walking away that I knew what it was.

My panties.

The doors started to close, making me throw out a hand to stop them. I didn’t feel ready to trust my legs to carry me out to the street. But I forced myself to move.

By the time I made it out onto the sidewalk, Soren was long gone.

I threw up a hand, flagging down a cab because there was no way I was going to walk and take the subway back to Brooklyn in a dress without panties.

All the ride, Soren’s address flashed endlessly across my mind.

I wasn’t going to go.

But as I stripped out of the godawful dress, I wanted nothing more than to show up at his doorstep.

Instead, I got changed, grabbed a knife and some brass knuckles, deciding to distract myself by going around town and hitting up everyone who was late on their payments to the family.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Soren

“Did you find anything other than the rats?” I asked the exterminator as he came back out of the club, saying a silent prayer that termites hadn’t been hiding anywhere. Sure, the building itself was brick, but there was plenty of wood inside to worry about. Especially since the place had been empty for so long.

“Nope. Don’t even see any damage from the rats, so I don’t think they’ve been around for long.”

That was good news.

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