Page 91 of The Keeper

He wouldn’t dare. He had more to lose if someone caught us than I did, but a tiny sliver of doubt kept me from pushing back. That, and a secret, shameful desire to do whatever he asked, no matter how dirty or forbidden.

“Asshole.” The word ended on a hitch. But I obeyed, spreading my legs wide.

“Wider.” Noah’s fingers continued their slow journey up my thigh. They stopped at the edge of my already-soaked underwear.

I inched my legs further apart. A gust of cold air from the AC vents brushed against my overheated pussy, almost like a caress. My hips jerked, but Noah’s other arm wrapped around my waist and fastened me in place. I stilled, swallowing a moan.

“Good girl,” he said with a hum of approval.

The praise washed over me like a warm bath. I was still savoring it when the first swat landed on my clit and wrenched a scream from my throat. I instinctively tried to scoot away, but Noah held me fast.

“I said you were going to pay.” His lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Now sit still for your punishment, or you won’t get your reward at the end.”

“We can’t,” I gasped. “Not here. Someone—ah!” I yelped again when his palm landed a second time. Tears sprang to my eyes, but the sting of pain was already giving way to the slow bloom of pleasure. Despite the air-conditioning, I was burning up.

Another slap, another jolt of pain mixed with pleasure. Again and again, until I was squirming in his lap, my clit swelling tighter with each punishment. The strike of his palm against my engorged flesh took on a slick, obscene sound from how drenched I was.

“Tell me.” Noah’s conversational tone didn’t match his thick, hard arousal. If it weren’t for that, and the way his hand flexed whenever I rolled my hips, I wouldn’t have thought this was affecting him at all. “Were you this wet when you were sitting on my lap in Adil’s car?”

“No.” The denial came out more as a moan. The party seemed like a thousand years ago, the city a thousand light-years away. My focus had narrowed to the ache between my thighs; anything else was secondary.

“Try again.”

I was braced for another swat, but he reached up to squeeze my breast instead. Electricity rocketed through me at the new sensation, and sweat beaded my forehead.

“I wasn’t.” I moaned again.

I couldn’t give in. If I gave in, he’d win, and I was already losing. Already on the verge of giving him anything he wanted.

“Liar.” His soft admonishment sent a drip of fear through my consciousness. As perverse as it was, that only turned me on more.

“Noah.” The pod was descending, slowly but surely. “Let me come. Please.”

If I had to wait until we got home, I’d die.

I ground desperately against him, trying to chase enough friction to tip me over the edge, but to no avail. I choked back a sob of frustration.

“One last chance to tell the truth,” he said, his tone hard and unyielding. “Were. You. This. Wet?”

“Yes,” I bit out. “Yes, okay? I was wet. I wanted you even before the party.”

His answering exhale ghosted across my skin. “See? That wasn’t so hard. And Carina…” Noah released my waist and wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling it just enough to bring my eyes to his. “Don’t ever wear another man’s jersey number in front of me again.”

He pressed a firm thumb against my clit, and I shattered. Pleasure crashed through me, radiating from my core to my neck, chest, and limbs until it enveloped every inch of my body. I was dimly aware of Noah’s hand sliding over my mouth, quieting my screams, but I paid it no mind as I let my orgasm sweep me away until I was shaking and trembling in his arms.

When the sensations receded and I finally got myself under control, I realized Noah was laughing.

I yanked my skirt down over my thighs, jumped off his lap, and shoved at his shoulder, my cheeks flushed. “You are such an asshole.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that tonight. I’m starting to take offense,” he said, still laughing. “Besides, you weren’t complaining a minute ago. In fact, you seemed to be enjoying yourself quite a bit.”

My blush deepened. I crossed my arms and directed a pointed stare at his groin. “If you think I’m taking care of that after the stunt you just pulled, you’re in for a rude awakening.”

Noah shrugged, infuriatingly composed. How could he appear so unruffled when I’d felt the strength of his arousal? “We’ll see once we get home.” His words contained both a promise and a challenge.

I hated how my pulse jumped in response.

I didn’t have time to argue since we were nearing the end of the ride, so we quickly cleaned up the bench and fixed ourselves instead. Thankfully, I always carried disposable wipes in my purse, and Noah was wearing black today. I’d worried I’d made a mess of his pants, but the color made it hard to tell.