Page 51 of The Betrayal

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Page 51 of The Betrayal

The room is dimmed with a low light but I can see her silhouette.

“Keaton?” she breathes, and I stand slowly.

“Over here baby.”

Fuck.

Baby sounds too good rolling off my tongue.

“How long have I been asleep for?” she stretches up before climbing off the bed and walking towards me.

“About an hour or so,” I smile as she wraps her arms around me, inhaling heavily.

“I needed it.”

“Do you feel better?” I ask, pressing my lips to the top of her head.

“I do.”

“Good,” her head lifts, falling back gently as she looks at me and smiles. “Want a bath? I did fill it once but when I came out, well… you were asleep,” a soft laugh falls from my lips.

“Would love one.”

“I’ll go sort that for you.” I reluctantly pull away from her and disappear into the bathroom.

She swans from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel and I am instantly hard.

Her skin wet and teasing me to touch her.

But I can’t.

Well, I can.

But I won’t.

“You getting changed?” She asks, hair wrapped in her towel as she unzips her suitcase.

“Are you feeling better?” I ignore her question completely.

“Yeah,” she stands, tightening her towel round her beautiful body and I secretly palm myself under the table. “I am.”

“Good, you look better.”

“Now, back to my question… are you getting changed?” I look down at myself and debate it for a moment.

Should have a shower.

Probably stink.

“Suppose I better,” I groan as I push off the seat.

“You sound like an old frail man…” she taunts, and I see the teasing smile on her lips, her shoulders rolled back as she stands a little taller.

“Baby…” my voice is low and gravelly as I close the space between us in one, two, three steps. “We both know that I’m not old, or frail…”

She snorts a laugh.

“We will see how you fair after Vegas, darling,” she sings pulling out a short, black mini dress and drops the towel.




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