Keeper (Alpha Athletes 2)

“I want you to get up and walk into the women’s lounge. Take those panties off and wait for me.”

Her eyes widened, but I saw the way they darted to the table.

“Oh no. We can’t,” she whispered.

“We will.”

I sat back in my seat. “Go.”

Chapter Eighteen

Aspen

Something made me stand and walk to the women’s lounge. I’d never done anything like this in my life. I walked inside the wallpaper-lined room. It wasn’t a bathroom—just a place women could adjust their makeup or talk about their dates. I wished we had rooms like this in the States. There was a gilded mirror on o

ne wall with a counter. I stared at my reflection as I reached under my dress and hooked my fingers under the strap of the lacy thong I had picked out for tonight. I wiggled my hips until my heels stepped through and I balled the fabric into my fist.

Two minutes later, the door cracked open and I let out a breath when I saw it was Lachlan. I was scared to death some little old Brazilian woman was going to come in to powder her nose.

He grinned. “Let me see.”

I held up the panties.

“Good girl,” he growled, locking the door behind him.

I had no idea what he wanted, only that I was part of it. It made me shiver and tingle all over.

He cut the distance between us and stopped to brush the hair from my shoulder. “Every man here knows you’re with me.” He kissed my throat.

I nodded. I’d never felt more beautiful or possessed since I had walked in this restaurant with Lachlan.

“But it’s not enough,” he growled.

“It’s not?” My head rocked back.

His fingers pressed into my thigh and traveled along the softness of my skin until I felt them dip between my wet folds. I sighed. Everything was tender and sore, but somehow I still wanted his touch. He pressed deeply with his thumb.

“No.” He kissed behind my ear. “I want to fuck you again.”

“Oh, God.” I trembled.

“But I thought I could have my dessert first.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me from the floor, carrying me to the counter. He shoved my dress to my hips as he lowered to his knees. I didn’t have time to react as his fingers glided over my clit, circling my entrance. The heat spread through my belly.

I started to rock and tilt as he coaxed my juices to flow for him. He pushed my knees wider and I balanced myself with my palms flattened on the counter as he blew over my exposed clit. His warm, powerful breath made me whimper.

“Fuck, Lachlan,” I moaned.

But he didn’t stop. His tongue whipped back and forth, strumming my clit as I jutted forward. He latched with his mouth, sucking while I whimpered for my release.

“Do you like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

“God, yes,” I replied, trying not to scream out.

“Tell me.”

I wiggled forward, wanting his tongue back inside me, shifting my hips wildly for him.