Page 75 of Keep Him Like Secrets

“Oh, no. I’m not in a lesson mood.”

“You’re not ready for a lesson,” I said, watching her struggle to keep her lips in a straight line. “You are strictly here for observation,” I said, grabbing her hand to pull her into the kitchen.

Then, before she could even think to object, I reached down, grabbed her behind the knees, and popped her up on the island.

“And maybe a little bit for decoration,” I said, letting my gaze slide over her before turning to mix the garlic and onions one more time, stirring in the wine and letting it burn off.

“Okay, that was kind of hot,” Saff said as I shook the flaming pan, making me shoot her a smirk over my shoulder. “Oh, my God. Focus. You’re going to set yourself on fire.”

“Worried about me, darlin’?” I asked, lowering my head, then adding in the heavy cream and spices.

“Yeah. Who’s going to feed me if you’re in the burn unit somewhere?”

“Your concern for my well-being is touching,” I said, moving to stand in front of her, my body pressed against her knees as I reached past her for my glass of wine.

Her pretty eyes were on me as I took a sip, gaze lowering to my throat as I swallowed.

Her legs parted, and I wasted no time sliding between, putting down my glass so I could trail my hands up the sides of her thighs.

“Are you going to mess up dinner?” she asked, draining her whiskey, then putting the glass down with a quiet click.

“It’s simmering,” I said, leaning down to press my lips into her neck. Her head tilted, silently inviting more. So that’s what I gave her.

Then my hands were sinking into her hips, pulling her down from the counter, turning her, then bending her over the island.

A soft gasp escaped her as I grabbed the material of her leggings and panties and slid them down her legs.

A sweet little mewling sound escaped her as my fingers teased over her ass, then slid between, already finding her wet for me.

A rumble moved through my chest as my thumb slid up her cleft to work her clit while two of my fingers slid into her pussy.

A low moan moved through her as her hips rocked and her walls tightened.

She’d gotten soft and sweet from me last time.

This was going to be something else entirely.

And the way she writhed and moaned as my fingers fucked her hard and fast told me she was absolutely fine with that new arrangement.

“Soren, please,” she panted as I drove her closer and closer.

With my free hand, I reached for my wallet, plucking a condom out of it, then sliding my fingers out of her to free myself and slide the protection on.

Saff’s breath shuddered out of her when she felt the head of my cock tease up her cleft, rocking against her clit for a second, then gliding back down to thrust inside her.

Hard and deep, her whole body jolted with the motion as a deep moan escaped her lips.

My one hand went around her, slipping down—both to protect her hips from ramming into the unyielding marble and to engage her clit.

My other hand tracked up her back to gather her hair, wrapping it tightly around my hand, then yanking back as my hips thrust.

The deep, almost feral sound that escaped her—and the way her pussy tightened hard around my cock—said all I needed to hear.

I fucked her just like that—hard and deep—the sounds of our bodies slamming together mingling with her moans and cries as I drove her closer and closer to that edge.

“Soren…” she whimpered, thighs shaking, pussy a vice grip around me.

“Come for me,” I demanded, yanking her hair a little harder as I thrust, as my fingers toyed with her clit.

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