I’m more sober now than I was at the restaurant, but still buzzed enough to know that I want to fuck him senseless. But first, I have a plan.
“You know,” I say to him, dropping the heels on the carpet on the way to his room. “We didn’t have dessert.”
Keenan chuckles. “Yes we did.”
“Go with it,” I whisper.
“Okay, what would you like for dessert then, Justine?”
Leaning up, I press my lips to his ear. “Your cock in my mouth.”
I swear that he nearly drops me. “That’s not what I was expecting you to say.”
“That was the idea.”
When we reach the bedroom, he lets me slip down to the floor onto my feet, but I keep going to my knees. I want him now. I want to taste him the way that he tasted me.
Undoing his belt, I find him already hard. His cock is just as gorgeous as the rest of him. Thick and long and straight. I could be more subtle, but not tonight. Wrapping my lips around his head, I suck him down. Keenan groans, his hands falling into my hair. He had almost as much to drink as I did, and he’s just as aroused.
His skin tastes like smoke and salt as I swirl my tongue over him, teasing that spot just beneath his head. Further and further I push myself down, trying to take as much of him as I can. But I’m not even close. He’s too long, and I can feel him at the edge of my throat.
“Jesus,” he says.
I laugh, pulling back. “Nope, just Justine.”
His laugh strangles into another groan as I sink back onto him, setting up a rhythm on his shaft. Sinking down deep and pulling back, again and again until he’s gasping, using his hands to help me move faster, franticly fucking my mouth.
Focusing on just the head, I suck hard, and feel him start to shake. Just that tiny spot is enough. I can feel it, and I work him with shallow strokes. Glancing up, Keenan looks ragged. His lips are parted and eyes closed, completely lost in the pleasure that I’m giving him. I love the feeling of being responsible for that.
And when he spills himself across my tongue, I swallow all of it. It’s mine.
Keenan curses under his breath, fingers tightening in my hair to hold me still as he finishes, bursts of his cum filling my mouth.
He pulls me off my knees and spins me around, stripping me out of my dress in seconds before discarding his own clothes. We fall onto the bed together, tangled, kissing, reaching with hands to explore every part that we can reach.
I open my eyes and startle at a sharp shape near me, and then I start to laugh. The cactus is sitting on his bedside table. “You kept it.”
“Of course I did,” he says. “You picked it out. And you’re right, it’s not going to die. A reminder that I need my ego poked once in a while.”
His eyes are shining in the darkness, and the mood between us shifts from frantic to sensual. Every movement is slow and deliberate, and no less connected. I help him put on the condom and guide him into me. We start slow together, mouths sealed against each other.
This is a different kind of passion. One that’s deep and trusting and totally open. Everything between us builds together. Breath and pleasure are totally synced, and when I fall apart in his arms, he’s there with me. We fall into our own pleasure and then each other’s, the orgasm just as deep and just as pure.
Keenan pulls me close after, wrapping us both in blankets, and I cannot remember a time that I’ve felt this safe. This seems so simple and easy. Something more than I could have imagined…
But even as I’m falling asleep, I don’t dare say the words.
13
Keenan
“You can’t just cancel a project without notice, Keenan.”
I sigh. “I’m not cancelling it, I’m deciding to move it. You were right when you asked before. We got pushback. I didn’t realize the people that lived in the building were a vulnerable population.”
Brandon is seething. I can see it as I stand in the doorway to his office. “And you were right when you said that the numbers lined up and that everyone would be compensated. The demolition is already on the books for Monday. I got them to move it up because the permits were ready and they were stellar. We are ready to roll.”
I shake my head. “That doesn’t even make sense. That barely gives anyone time in the building to find new living spaces.”
“Like I said, they’re being compensated handsomely.” He practically rolls his eyes. “I’m sure that they don’t own anything that’s actually that valuable.”
For the first time I’m seeing the truly ugly side of Brandon. Or maybe it was always there, and I didn’t notice. Or chose not to. Justine crashing into my life has given me a new perspective, and it’s a good one. I can’t play god in people’s lives, and I would never want to. “It’s the right move to delay this project indefinitely,” I say, “and that’s the end of the discussion.”