Kissing Keith: A Billionaire Younger Man Romance (Rose City Romance Book 1)

by Lucy Robin

  Holy shit. The kiss. The phantom kiss that haunted me for years now comes alive. It’s so delicious. He tastes wine and chocolate. Sweet and intoxicating. Whatever he had for dessert is better than the cheesecake I had. My lady bits fire up. I moan and wriggle against his hard bulge. He groans and presses it against my belly. I wish my hands are free so I can touch him and feel his hard member. It’s so long, spanning from my loin to my rib. It must be delicious…

  As I imagine the shape and the taste of his hard cock, the double-door swings open, and two teenage girls rush in. We break our kiss instantly. I want to push him away, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he holds me in his arms and shields me protectively from the girls’ curious eyes. Before the restroom door shuts, I hear giggles.

  I push Keith away and breathe hard. “Are you out of your mind?” I ask furiously. What if Gianni or Tiffany came in? It would be a disaster!

  “I’m sorry,” he says with a sigh, also breathing hard. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

  I stomp out of the double-door, leaving him standing in the corridor.

  “Is everything okay?” Gianni asks. “You look flustered.”

  “I’m fine,” I say quickly. “I probably applied too much rouge.”

  He grins. “I see.”

  From the corner of my eye, I see Tiffany staring at us. I turn and wave at her.

  Chapter 15

  Keith

  I’m in the man’s room, splashing cold water onto my face. What the hell possessed me? All I remember was feeling reckless as I watched Elena gazing at the man across the table to her. I saw sympathy and love in her eyes, and I had the urge to grab her arm and pull her away from him. I can no longer deny my attraction to her. Who was I kidding? I’ve never gotten over her, and I never will.

  After Tiffany excused herself to make a phone call outside the restaurant, and I saw Elena leaving her table for the restroom, I couldn’t help but follow her. I only wanted to say hi, and to compliment her on her look, but when she was close to me, I lost control. I behaved like an idiot, questioning her about her personal affairs. When she told me she was on a date, I was so jealous I wanted to make her mine right there in the hallway. And then my stupid dick went stiff, and all I wanted was to press it against her and kiss her. Oh great. Now she thinks I’m a jerk. She’ll be quitting again. Fuck.

  I look into the mirror and slap my own face. “Grow up, Keith. You’re not a teenager anymore. Act like a man!” Now I’m talking to myself, like a lunatic.

  Tiffany is sitting at our table, checking her phone. I quickly glance at other tables. Elena’s table is empty. I feel both relieved and disappointed.

  “Ready?” I say to Tiffany in a cheerful tone, although I’m still embarrassed and hoping she wouldn’t suspect my timing to the restroom.

  “Yes.” She stands up without looking up from her cellphone, and then she follows me out of the restaurant.

  Thank God. She doesn’t look suspicious at all.

  Tiffany and I are friends, but I don’t tell her everything, especially not my personal issues. She doesn’t know what happened between Elena and me twelve years ago. But still, she knows Elena, and I don’t want her to find out too much about us.

  I stop the car in front of Tiffany’s house. She doesn’t get out, but she takes my hand. “Want to come in for a drink?”

  I tense. Why does she keep sending me signals tonight? I know she probably has feelings for me, although she’s never been so obvious.

  “I’m afraid I can’t. I’ve got to take care of something in the office,” I mutter, avoiding her eyes.

  She keeps holding my hand for a moment, and then she sighs as she lets it go. “Another time, then.” She leans over and kisses me on the cheek before stepping out of the car.

  I drive back to the office, thinking about Tiffany for a moment. I feel sorry for using her. She’s been working for Dad for over ten years, after all. But I didn’t make her do what she’s doing. In fact, she volunteered it. A couple years ago she told me she would help me if I needed any. It was then I started to ask her for information about Dad’s company. I promised I would reward her. I meant it. I would make her a partner at Kelly Group if she wished. But she hasn’t asked for anything yet. What if what she wanted is me? How was I going to oblige her? Only a week ago, I probably wouldn’t refuse to have a drink with her in her house, and I would even have sex with her if she insisted. Tiffany is an attractive girl. But now, I cannot imagine having sex with anyone else—anyone other than Elena.

  Holy fuck. I’m done for.

  My thoughts turn to Elena despite my effort not to. The remembrance of her plump lips and her soft tits electrifies my body. I hear the sound of her moan again and my dick jolts. If I weren’t driving, I would be unzipping my pants and stroking my cock. I pull into the driving lot of Prestige quickly, with that goal in mind. And then I hit the brake. There are two cars in the parking lot, and one of them is Elena’s Honda. Fuck. What the hell is she doing here? Isn’t she supposed to be with her date? Joy and frustration wash through me simultaneously. This woman is the death of me. Why can she leave me alone?

  Chapter 16

  Elena

  When my client called to tell me she and her husband would like to make an offer on the Cypress house, I was glad, not only because of the business but also the distraction. I was in Nonna’s house with Giovanni, chatting over coffee, and feeling embarrassed. The conversation was boring. I kept thinking about Keith and his impulsive behavior earlier. How did it happen? Why did I allow it happen?

  Somehow I had the feeling I would be in trouble when I agreed to meet with them at the office. I tried to convince them to wait until tomorrow, but they were too eager to have it done.

  Despite my worry of running into Keith again, I drove to the office as soon as I hung up the phone, telling Giovanni I would see him later.

  So here I am, finding myself within Keith’s radar again, not long after I escaped his hunting range.

  I let out a breath of relief when I arrive at the empty office. Even so, I still feel like I’m in some kind of imminent danger. I go through the process as quickly as I can, skipping nonessential details that can be taken care of later.

  Just as I’m done with the paperwork, the door of the office opens, and there comes Keith. I whine inwardly. All the anxiety rushes back. I stammer as I explain the next step to my clients because all I can think of is why he’s here. Is he stalking me? How does he know I’m here? Is there some kind of surveillance device in the office that keeps track of employees?

  After my clients leave, I quickly clear my desk and get ready to leave. Just as I pass the door of Keith’s office, I hear a voice behind me. “Elena, you left your date for work?”

  I freeze for a moment, take a deep breath, and turn to face him. “Hi, Keith! You came to work, too!” My high-pitch voice betrays my nervousness.

  He smiles. “I would love to hear more about the offer if you have a minute.”

  I force a fake smile. “Of course. I…err, have a moment. I don’t have any other plans.”

  “That’s great,” he says, again his eyes travel over my body. And he gulps. “Because I don’t have any plans, either.”

  He steps closer to me, takes my hands, and pulls me into his office.

  My breath hitches as he closes the door behind us. “W-what do you want to do?”

  He presses me against the door and sniffs my hair. “What about finishing what we started earlier?”

  I shiver at his low and sensual voice, reminding me of our passionate encounter not long ago. “That’s not a good idea. Keith,” I say weakly.

  “You smell so good. What perfume is it? I like it better than the one you normally wear.”

  Oh God. I’ll melt into a puddle of goo if I don’t stop him now. I put my hands on his chest and push him, but he only tightens his grasp on me and draws me closer to him. “You want to know what I want to do with you?”

  Yes. “No,” I say as
I stare at him, my heart doing somersaults in my chest.

  He ignores my negative response as if he knows I don’t mean what I say. “I want to take this gorgeous dress off you and see you in your undies. What bra are you wearing? They make your tits look so good. I’ve never gotten a chance to see them. I’ve only seen parts of you, Elena. I want to see all of you.”

  Shit. I didn’t know I could be turned on by words like that. My sex is already soaked with desire. All I can do is not to beg him to touch me.

  His hand reaches under my dress and palms my ass. His other hand slides higher and strokes my back, lingering at the clasp of my bra.

  “I’ll unhook your bra and take a good look at your gorgeous tits, Elena.” He continues to intoxicate me with his rousing words. “I’m dying to befriend them. I bet they would like to get to know me, too.”

  My bra unclasps as he speaks, and his hand cups my breast right away, stroking and squeezing me. I moan. “You’ve got to stop, Keith. You can’t do this to me again.”

  “Why not?” he taunts. “You liked it last time, didn’t you? You came at my kiss. I’ve never done it to anyone else, Elena. You’re the only one.”

  He pulls down the straps of my dress and then my bra, exposing my breasts. I gasp, peering up at him.

  “They’re beautiful!” he mumbles as he gazes at them with dilated pupils.

  He then bends toward my breast and swirls his tongue on my areola, before sucking my nipple.

  A stream of warm juice drips down my thigh, and I groan. “Stop it, please,” I beg. He’s driving me to insanity once again. I don’t want to succumb to his passion. I don’t want him to ruin me again.

  But he doesn’t do what I say. His hand finds the crotch panel of my panties, and soon his finger strokes along my folds. From the squishy sound, I know how wet I am. “Don’t you miss my tongue and my cock? I certainly miss you, Elena. I dream of your pussy even now.”

  “You’re drunk, Keith!” My breath comes in short bursts, but I don’t attempt to move. He’s right. I miss his tongue. And his touch is delicious.

  “I’m drunk whenever I’m with you, Elena, and I want you. What the hell are you doing to me? I want to bend you over the couch right here and fuck your wet cunt senseless.” He thrusts his finger into me as he speaks.

  Oh, God. I squirm in his embrace. I can’t take it anymore. I want him, too. And the realization horrifies me. I shouldn’t give in to this irresponsible, capricious young man who ruined my life once.

  I hear a groan as I feel his hard-on poking at my stomach. He grinds it on me. “See what you’re doing to me, Elena? I’m hard whenever I’m with you. I was hard when I saw you at the open house. I was hard when I held my first meeting here. I’m hard every goddamn minute when I’m with you!”

  I tremble at his passionate confession. This can’t be true. I thought I was crazy feeling wet every time I saw him, but now it seems like a mutual attraction… how could it be? It can’t be an attraction—it must be resentment. We’re both mistaken. We hated each other. That’s it. This is hate sex. This is insane—and good.

  Keith adds one more finger into my pussy and distracts me from my attempt to analyze our chemistry. His fingers spiral up along my walls, sending delicious shivers through my lower belly, and making me squirm and moan.

  “You’re so goddamn soft, Elena! It’s exactly the way I remember it. Soft and hot as fresh pudding,” he murmurs these words into my ear, arousing me even more.

  I feel the buzzing sensation roaring between my thighs and I tense. Keith must feel it too because his fingers move faster, and he bites my nipple through his lips.

  “Ahh!” I scream as the powerful wave sweeps through my walls and spurting onto Keith’s hand.

  He pulls his fingers out and sucks them with greed while holding me with his intense gaze. “Sweet as sin,” he says, licking his lips as he gazes at me with his dark blue eyes.

  Holy shit. He’s so damn hot. I’ve just come, but I want more. My eyes fall onto the tent of his pants. Against my better judgment, I reach a hand to touch him. He growls. “Don’t start it if you aren’t going to finish it,” he murmurs in his low, husky voice.

  I’m not sure it’s an entreaty or a command, and I don’t care. I kneel in front of him and unzip him.

  His eyes lock on mine, dark and smoldering. He grasps my shoulders tightly, watching me as I pull out his long, thick cock. It has definitely grown since I last saw it twelve years ago.

  The vein that runs through the center is more visible and shinier. A pearl of dew oozes out as I’m looking at it, as if it feels the caress of my eyes. I lean forward to lick the tip.

  “Fuck,” Keith groans.

  I run my tongue over his shaft from root to tip before I close my lips around the head of his cock. I gaze at him while flicking my tongue over it, watching his eyes turn dreamy.

  I bob my head up and down without breaking our eye contact. I never enjoy giving blowjobs, although my ex-husband loved it when I did it to him. But now I feel turned on just knowing how Keith feels. I like knowing how much power I have over him, too. I enjoy hearing his heavy breathing and seeing his hooded eyes. His hands are clutching my shoulders so tightly as if ordering me not to stop. For a moment, I think about stopping to tease him, but I don’t. I can’t stop pleasuring him, even though I shouldn’t.

  Suddenly Keith stiffens and his cock throbs in my mouth. I sink lower and let it thrust deeper into my throat. “Fuck!” Keith grunts as his cock erupts, gushing a load of cream into my mouth. I swallow the sweet man juice before letting his cock out of my mouth. It’s still thick, although less firm. I kiss its head before standing up.

  He carries me onto the couch and kisses me as we sit down. My dress is down to my waist, and my bra is on the floor. I unbutton his shirt not just to be fair, but also I’ve been dying to see his beautiful six-pack again.

  His cell phone rings, and he ignores it. And then his office phone rings.

  “I’m sorry. I’d better go get it,” he murmurs and stands up.

  As he walks over to his desk, I take a deep breath and slumps into the couch. My God! What the hell was I doing? I surrendered to the guy who ruined my life, and who is also my boss! I’m out of my mind!

  I quickly get up and dress, and before Keith finishes his phone call, I flee the building.

  Chapter 17

  Elena

  “I don’t even know how it happened.” I massage my temples as I recount my Friday evening to Audrey. “One minute I was having zucchini lasagna and listening to Giovanni ramble, and the next, I was blowing my boss.”

  “You what?” Audrey shrieks and a piece of bread crumb falls out onto the table.

  A couple at a table nearby turns to look at us. Audrey lowers her voice after gulping down some coffee. “Did I hear you right? By boss, you mean Keith? The asshole who…?”

  I nod. Her brown eyes widen to the size of saucers as the result of the shock. I don’t blame her for overreacting since I couldn’t sleep a wink last night because of the absurd experience.

  I wish I could blame alcohol again—the Lucente recommended by Giovanni was superb, and I had two glasses. But then my mind was clear when I was driving or working with the clients. No matter how hard I try, I can’t deny the horrible fact: I am attracted to the jerk.

  “What does it mean, then?” she whispers, recovering from the shock.

  “It means I’m in trouble, Aud,” I say, emptying my coffee cup. “I’ll really have to quit now.” How did things take such a dramatic turn so quickly? Just two days ago, I thought it wasn’t so bad working with Keith, and I was ready to accept his offer and stay with Prestige. I’ve even written my first blog on the website he built for me. True, there was the spill of coffee and my masturbation in the bathtub, but I thought I got it under control. I didn’t take them as warning signs. Shit.

  “Are you sure?” Audrey looks at me, worriedly. “I mean, starting over isn’t easy.”

  “I know,” I mumble,
touched by my friend’s concern for me. “But I don’t have a choice.”

  She reaches out to pat my hand. “Don’t stress yourself out, Elena. You’re strong and capable, and you’ll do fine anywhere you go. I’m convinced you’re a real estate genius.”

  I grin, feeling better by her faith in me. “I’m going to get a broker’s license and be my own boss.”

  “Good!” she smiles. “And hire me for a secretary.”

  “I don’t think I can afford you.” I chuckle, not taking her seriously.

  “I mean it,” she says, suddenly looking pensive. “I think there is no way I can avoid divorce. I’ll have to look for a job soon.”

  I stop smiling. It’s my turn to comfort her. “Wouldn’t you get child support and alimony?”

  “Yeah, but I can’t depend on the asshole. I don’t know what would happen in the future anymore.”

  I reach to squeeze her hand. Audrey used to be naïve and optimistic, and it was why she agreed to marry Daren after just a month’s dating. Now she’s a different person. I detect worry lines on her youthful face.

  I’m going to assure her I would hire her if I opened my own business when Bella came over and asked me, “So how was Giovanni?”

  It takes me a moment to gather my answer to that question. “He’s, err, fine. We had dinner at Charlie’s Bistro. He told me he missed Tina, and his youngest son needed a mom.”

  I stop, that’s about the only thing I remember from our conversation.

  “Oh.” Belly looks disappointed. “You didn’t do anything else other than having dinner?”

  I shrug. “What else do you expect? We chatted in my Nonna’s house a bit afterward.”

  “Do you think it’ll work between you two?”

  “I’m not sure.” I haven’t given it much thought. My mind hasn’t had any free room for Giovanni at all. I knit my brows and recall our conversation. “But he wants to see me again. He invited me to his house to meet with his children.”