Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
SALVATORE
The treadmill clicks over to five miles, and I gradually slow the machine, my surroundings seeping back into view. I don’t usually disappear into my head like I did just now, but when life is a fucking shit show, it’s kind of hard not to.
After a five-minute cooldown, I grab my towel and wipe the sweat from my face, staring at myself in the mirrored wall as my breathing calms.
It doesn’t last long as a vision of my charcoal-stained lot comes into view.
Of all the fucking things.
Arson.
I’ve owned my own business for over twenty years and never experienced a personal attack on one of my buildings.
And make no mistake, it had to be personal. A message.
Someone set fire to D’Angelo Construction’s on-site office at one of our build sites, and the gardens surrounding it. They didn’t touch the multibillion-dollar building itself. Thank fuck. And emergency services were there to help before anyone from my team had called them.
Before any of them had even found out.
My guess… the same person who lit the fire called 911.
I pissed someone off. Me, or Daniel, who’s been running the company while I’ve been in San Francisco. And neither of us knows who.
Like I said, it’s a fucking shit show.
I should have stayed in New York.
I would have stayed in New York if it wasn’t for Daniel practically kicking me out of the state. “There’s nothing you can do here. I’ll call you if we hear anything else.”
So, I made my statement, which gave the police fuck all since I had no idea who I could have possibly annoyed, then I was on my way.
Back here to hopefully get through the week without something else going wrong.
With one last look at my weary expression, I drag my T-shirt off over my head and wrap the towel around my neck, making my way to the changing room, checking the time to ensure I’m not running behind for my meeting with the board.
I’m not.
It’s unusually quiet for the middle of the afternoon, but if I stop and listen, I can hear the occasional whistles coming from outside. My team is back in action—the rookies giving it their all to prove themselves during training camp, the seasoned pros showing them how it’s done.
I have to admit, it’s calming. The chaos of a football team is calming.
Who knew this place would be what I needed in my life to find zen?
I’m smiling to myself as I open the door to the changing room, until a vision of red appears ahead of me, and I catch myself before I groan.
Keeley’s unintentionally teasing me in a tight little sports bra and yoga pants so perfectly sculpted to her body that you’d think they were painted on. She’s facing away from me, and try as I might not to let my gaze drop to the curve of her ass, I can’t stop it.
I’m a red-blooded man like the rest of them, and this woman is my weakness.
And it’s not just her body that reels me in. It’s the way she makes me feel.
My pounding heart beats in my ears as I stare at her.
I’m drawn to everything about her. Her happiness, her strength, her passion, and the way she controls a room full of men who think they’re God’s gift to women. She’s incredible. And right now, she’s making it hard to walk away.
My sports briefs tighten as the blood rushes to my cock, and I catch myself before I’m hard, adjusting myself as I clear my throat.
“Keeley.” Her name escapes me without permission, and I internally wince. It would have been so much easier to let her walk inside, none the wiser of my presence.
She turns and without a word, she steps forward, her lip trapped between her teeth as she unabashedly ogles my body.
There are words exchanged, but I couldn’t tell you what the fuck I said with my energy focused on getting into the shower before her eyes drop to my shorts to find my cock standing at attention for her.
We talked about opportunities presenting themselves, but as much as I’d love to taste her again, the staff changing room—where anyone can walk in at any moment—is not the place.
Keeley smiles before disappearing in the last cubicle, and instead of choosing the one I’m currently standing next to, the one farthest away, something pulls me forward, and the next thing I know, I’m under the water in the shower next to her, picturing her gloriously naked body as she lathers herself in soap. Slowly. Purposely. And…
Motherfucking fuck fuck.
I imagine her brushing her loofah gently over her skin, circling her breasts, one at a time, the bubbles coating her pebbled nipples. She steps farther under the shower, the water soaking her body as she lowers her hand, moving toward her glistening pussy.
Pre cum pools at my tip, and I fight not to wrap my hand around my cock for relief.
Needing a distraction, I squirt soap into my palm and massage it into my shoulders and chest while my mind drifts without my consent.
A soft mewl permeates my thoughts and I freeze, the hot water pelting against my back as I close my eyes, waiting to hear it again.
Nothing happens for the longest beat, and I almost laugh at my delusional messed-up mind until it happens again.
Keeley’s beautiful whimper sends a spark straight to my cock, and I’m done fighting it anymore.
The way I see it, I have two options. I can stay here and fuck my hand while picturing Keeley fucking her own in the stall next to me, or I can?—
Fuck this.
Without allowing myself time to back out, I turn off the water and quickly wrap a towel around my waist before opening the door and checking to make sure we’re alone.
A nervous buzz runs through me, mixing with the adrenaline already coursing through my veins.
I square my shoulders and knock on her door, listening for her reaction.
And it doesn’t disappoint. Her breath hitches a second before something falls to the floor and silence ensues.
I give her a moment of grace before I knock again, this time a little more forceful.
I’ve made up my mind, and I’m not walking away until I’ve watched her come apart from my touch.
“Open the door, please.” My voice strains and I don’t bother hiding it. If she feels even half of what I’m feeling, she’ll understand the urgency of the situation.
She’s quiet again, and I’m contemplating ways I can get in when she opens the door, her eyes shining with desire, her face flushed as the steam swirls behind her, her body—like mine—wrapped in a towel.
“About freaking time.” She curls her fingers through my towel and drags me inside, reaching around to lock the door behind me. She’s confident and full of sass now, but I have a feeling she needed a few seconds to work up to it. As did I. Because as soon as we’re alone, she sucks in a shaky breath.
And I get it.
This is insane. I’m acting crazy. And yet I can’t stop.
We’re both still for a beat as an electric energy fills the space around us, crowding us in like a blanket of warmth. Keeley’s lips part as her chest rises, and her beauty in the chaotic moment floors me.
I need to touch her.
After dropping my towel, I curl my fingers around the edge of Keeley’s and lift my gaze to get her reaction.
She nods, and I undo the knot above her breast, sliding the towel from around her, dropping it to the bench and grabbing her waist. I walk her backward, only stopping when she hits the wall, the water falling over us both.
Our eyes lock as I lower one of my hands, running my palm over her pussy.
Her head falls back as she quietly gasps, and I’m drawn to her neck, leaning forward to suck the delicate skin below her ear, my fingers exploring her heat.
She spreads her legs, opening up for me, and I groan, sinking a finger inside her, quickly following it with a second. She’s so wet that my thumb easily slides over her clit, making her jolt in my arms, her whimper telling me it has nothing to do with the water.
I kiss a path across her shoulder, squeezing her waist as I groan against her skin, my fingers scissoring inside her warm pussy. Her walls constrict as she cries out, burying her face in the crook of my neck.
My cock twitches dangerously close to her body, and I stand tall, covering her mouth with my free hand as she bucks against my fingers.
“Cry out into my hand,” I whisper, curling my fingers as her breath quickens. “I want to feel the vibration of your lips as I’m making you come.”
She moans against my palm and grabs my shoulder for support, rolling her hips as her entire body trembles.
“I’m close.”
I lean into her, the edge of my body pressed to hers as I stifle her whimpers, my fingers pumping into her while my thumb rubs her clit, picking up speed in time with her breathing.
She bucks and mewls, writhing against me, her pussy squeezing my fingers as she flies over the edge. She bites down against my palm, her screams silenced as they vibrate through my skin.
I bury my face in her neck, quashing my own groans as her orgasm takes over her.
She coats my fingers with her arousal, and it’s only then I remember I wanted to taste her again, wanted to feel those juices coating my tongue.
I continue my ministrations, slowing my movements until her breathing returns to normal, then instead of washing my hand under the water, I bring it to my mouth, licking my fingers as she watches me through hooded eyes.
“Oh, God,” she whispers almost breathlessly, and I can’t stop the small smile that pulls at my lips.
“God had nothing to do with that.”
Keeley rolls her eyes before her lips pull into a smirk, and she spins me around against the side wall, lowering to her knees. I’m ashamed to say the image of her sucking my cock delays my reaction, and she’s almost to the floor when I grip under her arms.
“Not a chance.” I pull her to standing, my cock pulsing as if to ask me what the fuck I think I’m doing. And I have to wonder the same. Only… “We’re not doing that today. Not here. Not now.” I have to hold strong to that.
Keeley raises a single brow as she sucks her lips into her mouth, biting back a grin.
“You may be the boss out there.” She points toward the door before settling her finger at the tip of her mouth, her smile seductive.
“In here, we’re equals, and if I want to drop to my knees, I’ll drop to my goddamn knees.
Got it?” Her voice holds no room for negotiation, and my cock fucking knows it.
The greedy asshole thickens to uncomfortable levels, my tip brushing against Keeley’s stomach.
“Good.” She smiles, taking my erection as the response she needs to try again.
This time as she drops to her knees, I throw my towel on the floor, softening her fall, and her gaze snaps to mine, smiling in thanks.
I open my mouth to speak, until she silences me, wrapping her glistening lips around my tip, sucking me into the back of her throat. “Jesus Christ.”
My hand shoots out to flatten against the wall behind her and I hunch over, my muscles contracting as her mouth works me into a frenzy.
She smooths her tongue against the base of my length, curling it and gliding a path back to the tip, the sensation making my pulse spike.
After wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she pumps me a few times before sucking me in rhythm, her movements picking up speed until I have to bite my arm to stop myself from cursing.
It’s been years since I allowed anyone to get this close, and it fucking shows. It’s only been a few minutes, and my balls are so tight I’m going to explode any second. “You need to stop,” I grate, the words leaving my mouth with a breath.
Keeley shakes her head, pulling a groan from the back of my throat.
“You need to stop, now,” I demand, trying to move back, only stopping when I hit the wall behind me, giving Keeley the chance to tighten her grip on my thighs.
My body shudders as Keeley drags me back into her, taking me so deeply that my tip hits the back of her throat.
“Oh, fuck.” My cock jerks as my head drops back. I clench my teeth, trying to last longer until Keeley moans around me, the vibrations sending me over the edge. I jolt forward, unable to stop my cum from filling her mouth, apologizing as she glances up at me, swallowing with a smile.
She doesn’t release me until I beg her to stop, and even then, she sucks one last time before pulling off with a pop.
“God, that was satisfying,” she moans and I choke on a laugh.
“For you?”
“Yep. Hopefully it was good for you too.”
She stands and steps back under the water, drawing my eyes to the way her wet hair clings to her face and to the water cascading down her naked body. A body I could stare at all fucking day.
“Looks like I’m going for the wet look today.”
“What?” My gaze drops to her pussy before flashing to her eyes to find her biting back a laugh.
“I meant my hair.” She turns the tap off and squeezes the water from the strands, her confidence back in place. “Sorry, did you need the shower?”
I snap out of my messed-up trance to match her conviction. I’m a powerful man, for fuck’s sake.
Keeley leans past me, bending down to grab her towel, and her breasts brush against my cock, making me hard again. I turn in the hope that she doesn’t notice, but no such luck.
“I can go again, if you want.” She dusts her tongue across my tip, and I grunt as I step back, shaking my head, moving out of her reach this time.
I could go again too. Only we shouldn’t be here. We both have work to do.
And on top of that, if I stay, this woman is going to be the death of me. I need to maintain some level of control.