When I know she's on the brink of losing it, I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and peer up at her from my knees. She's a beautiful mess—hair wild, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed with something that looks like disbelief.
"Twelve minutes to spare." I rise slowly, letting my body drag against hers. "What should we do with them?"
She stares at me like I've lost my mind.
Maybe I have. Months ago. The day she walked into that room in New York and I realized I'd never stopped being hers.
She swallows hard. "I can't feel my legs."
"That's the point."
"You're—" She shakes her head, still dazed. "That was?—"
"The appetizer." I lean in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. "Tonight I'm serving the full course."
"Tonight?"
"Midnight. Maintenance room behind the library. Third door on the left." I smooth down her dress, making her presentable even as my cock threatens to burst in my pants. "Can you get away?"
"I'll figure it out."
I pause. I need to make sure I'm not pushing her somewhere she doesn't want to go—that I haven't let my desperation override her boundaries.
"Only if you want to. I don't want to pressure?—"
"I want to." The words rush out of her. "I want to, Tristan."
Something lights up inside my chest.
"That's my good girl."
Keira turns beet red, and a shudder ripples through her.
I wish I had time for proper aftercare. To hold her, whisper soft things, bring her down slowly. But we're out of minutes and pushing our luck.
I step back, forcing distance between us before I do something stupid like bend her over this garden wall and fuck her where anyone could see. "The groundskeeper will be back soon."
She nods, straightening her cardigan with trembling hands.
"Tristan."
"Mhm?"
"You kept my underwear."
I grin. "I'm aware."
"I need those back."
"No, you don't." I reach out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Walk back into that house with nothing underneath. Let every step remind you of what just happened. And what's coming tonight."
Her cheeks flush deeper, but she doesn't argue.
She turns to leave. I grab her arm and pull her back for one last kiss, leaving no doubt about what I intend to do to her.
Then I release her, watching her slip through the gap in the hedge—a little unsteady on her feet, but with her shoulders looser than I've seen them since I got here.
The groundskeeper rounds the corner two minutes later, nodding at me as he passes.
