He's a Keeper

Chapter 23

"I'm sorry." I mumble. She bites her lip. "Ignore it. What were you saying?"

"I was going to tell you that you'll have a key to my new place, so you can come in whenever you want. Why are you hard?"

"I just...am." I say. "And okay, where is it even at?"

"The building across from yours. The same floor as you. And my balcony faces yours."

"I thought that was an office building." I say.

"It was. When the guys were creeping on my titties, it was, but it went out of business and now it's a penthouse, and I bought a floor."

"And you went through and made sure it was okay?"

She nods.

"I hired somebody to do it."

"Somebody good?" I ask.

She shifts on my lap, her body brushing against my erection.

I tense slightly.

"Yeah." She whispers.

We're both quiet.

She reaches down, grabbing me through my jeans.

"No." I say. "Not here."

"Well I am just going to rest my hand here." She says innocently. "We won't, okay?"

I sigh.

"Okay."

So she keeps her hand there resting her head against my shoulder.

I put my arms around her waist.

He shifts her hand.

"Felicity." I warn.

"We won't have sex." she says.

"We won't do anything." I say.

"Right, okay. Okay, I won't do anything."

"Okay." I say. "Thank you."

I look at the TV.

I can feel the warmth of her hand through my jeans.

I bet she's soaked.

She moves her hand again.

"Felicity." I say.

"Nothing, I'm just sitting." She says.

I say quiet.

We're watching full house.

I try to think about other things to make myself go limp, but her hand is so warm and I want to feel it wrapped around my cock.

She moves her hand again. I reach down, grabbing her wrist.

I put her hand on my shoulder.

"No." I say.

"I'm just gonna put my hand here." She says. She brushes her fingers slowly down my chest, resting her hand on me again.

"Felicity." I say softly.

"I won't." she says.

I sigh softly.

My hands are on her bare skin. Her shirt only goes to the middle of her back, and I know if I was looking from the bottom up, I'd be able to see her breasts.

I'm touching her thong.

Innocently, I start to trace it.

She doesn't say anything.