King(35)
“You coming?” she asked grumpily.
It wasn’t the most seductive invitation he had ever received, but it was one that had his dick getting as hard as a brick in his pants.
Climbing out of the car, he ignored Henry’s wink as he followed behind her.
“This doesn’t mean I’m not still pissed.” She pushed the button to retrieve the elevator.
“I understand.” They walked into the elevator when the doors opened.
“If I find out you’re lying to me about other women, I’ll cut off your dick.” She pushed the button to her floor.
King had to take a minute to keep from laughing at her vicious threat. “I won’t.”
The doors slid open and King followed behind her, watching the curve of her ass as she walked down the long hallway. She put the key in the door, but then turned back to him. “You better make it up to me for being such an ass in your car and leaving me hanging.”
“Evie, if you would just open the door, I’ll spend the night making everything up to you,” he promised.
“In that case,” Evie opened the door wide, “you better pace yourself; you have a lot to make up for.”
“I think I can handle the job.” King slammed the door shut with his foot before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
Two hours later, she was the one begging for mercy as she climaxed on his dick.
“Do you forgive me?” King asked as she stroked her damp hair back from her face.
“For what?”
Chapter 15
As Evie drummed her fingertips on the table, King looked up from his paperwork amused.
“Bored?”
“I can only stare at Pepper shaking her tits for so long.”
He had relented in letting her back in his club if she promised to behave herself. She had grudgingly agreed.
“Are you saying I need to get some new talent to keep you occupied?”
“Why don’t you let Rory take the next set?” Evie cast him a hopeful glance.
“Because I don’t want a riot on my hands. The men pay to see pussy, not dick.”
To ease the disappointment in her eyes, he motioned for Henry to get one of his brands of expensive whiskey to pour her a glass. He had started having to keep his exclusive brands in his security room. Evie could drink like a fish, and she had developed a taste for his most costly labels. The bartenders had proven ineffective at keeping her to a limit when she would give them one of her seductive smiles.
Henry set her favorite down on the table. King poured her a drink, watching her eyes light up in appreciation as she took a sip. It bought him enough time to finish the figures he was adding.
When she reached for the bottle, he forestalled her.
“One more.”
King shook his head at her, stacking his papers together. “I have something better in mind.”
“I doubt it.” Evie’s wistful look at the whiskey had him chuckling as he rose from the table, taking her hand.
“Come on, let’s see if I can find something to keep you occupied.”
He led her up the staircase to the VIP room, but instead of taking her inside, he walked down the hallway, coming to another door. Keying in his security code, he opened the door when the audible click sounded. King watched her reaction as she took in the elegantly furnished gaming room. He had spared no expense in setting up this room for the wealthy to spend a relaxing night pursing their pleasure.
Several pool tables were spaced evenly against one side of the room while card tables took the other half. A circular bar separated the two where a bartender and several of his bar girls kept the men plied with any drink they wanted. The bar girls weren’t of the same caliber as the others in his club. No, these girls were exquisite, of exceptional beauty with bodies to match. It wasn’t uncommon for them to leave after a night’s work with several thousand dollars in their pockets, earned from serving the men drinks or on their backs in the rooms discreetly hidden at the end this one.
“Wow.”
King smiled, pleased at her reaction.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” she accused.
He took her to the bar, helping her slide onto one of the stools.
“I see this is where you keep Rory hidden.” Evie nodded toward a back booth where the attractive man sat next to an older woman. She was clearly enraptured by the man, who oozed sex appeal.
“Evie, why is it I’m beginning to feel as jealous over Rory as The Last Riders?” His eyes narrowed on her.
Evie’s unrepentant grin had his cock thickening. This woman was a handful. He had never met a woman who unashamedly enjoyed sex and made no pretenses about it. He found it refreshing and honest because he was usually surrounded with women who had become adept at feigning their responses. When Evie came on his cock, he knew she was experiencing a true orgasm, not play-acting to achieve whatever reward she desired.