The Naughty King(22)

He licks his lips and watches me work him. “Your hands on me feel so good.” He hands me the thin piece of rubber. “You do it since you’re so good with your hands.”

I pinch the tip as I roll it down his thick cock. Pure lust fills Alexander’s gray eyes are they roam over my naked body. His mouth drifts open when I spread my legs wider for him.

This man has me completely turned on, and I’m doing things that I normally wouldn’t do.

“I’m such a fucking bastard for taking you like this. It’s not right considering our situation, but I can’t seem to stop myself. You are a very desirable woman, Margo Buchanan.” Alexander leans down and kisses me again.

My toes curl inside my stilettos as I wrap my legs around his waist, pushing him toward my entrance. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you too.”

A low growl emits from his throat as he penetrates me with the head of his cock. “Holy fuck! I wasn’t expecting you to be so fucking tight. Amazing.”

I slide my hand up his back. “I won’t break. I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me and make it count.”

Alexander bites my bottom lip and pushes his shaft inside of me all the way down to the base. He pulls back and then slides into me again.

I whimper wanting him to move faster inside me.

“Patience, baby. You feel so fucking good. If I don’t go slowly this will be over before either of us is ready.”

He grabs my waist and picks up the pace, pumping into me faster and harder. Sweat slicks his back as the slapping of our skin echoes around the room. I stare up at his face, surprised to find his gaze on mine. It’s like he’s trying to commit my face to memory as he fucks my brains out.

“Mmmm yeah. So fucking perfect. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” The words tumble from his lips and knowing that he’s feeling just as good as I am causes another orgasm to rip through me.

“Alexander!” I cry as he works me into a frenzy.

“Oh. Oh. I’m coming. Oh, God,” I moan as my body erupts in complete euphoria.

His movements become more rigid and intense as he works hard to find his own release.

“Goddamn, baby. Shit,” he says before he growls as a shudder tears through him as he comes hard.

He buries his head in the crook of my neck. Both of us still breathing hard and he’s still buried deep. “That was . . . fuck, that was amazing.”

I smile as I twirl a wild strand of hair poking out from his head. “I agree.”

Alexander raises his head and looks me in the eye. “I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to remain strictly professional with you now. You’re fucking addictive. I already want to do that again.”

I close my eyes as the realization of what just happened between us hits. “This is going to complicate the hell out of things.”

He nods. “Yes, but we’re going to have to find a way to figure things out and coexist. We still have a business deal to get through.”

The reminder of why we’re actually here is like a splash of cold water on the face. No matter how amazing sex with Alexander King is, it can never happen again.





Margo

I STUDY MYSELF IN THE mirror of this ridiculous hotel suite and wonder if anyone can tell that this is the face of a woman who just fucked her boss?

Shit.

I’m not sure what in the hell just came over me. One minute I was in the hallway completely composed and fending off his advances, and then the next thing I know we’re kissing and I instigated his advances.

The moment he put his hands on me in the sex room, I lost it. They were so strong, so sure and felt too damn good. It was amazing for once to have a man who wasn’t afraid to take control and pull me outside my rigid box. I would’ve never allowed a man to do the things that he did to me—restraints—but Alexander’s forwardness and sex appeal got to me. I gave in during a moment of weakness and became just another easy lay for him, giving him full control. I’ve never experienced that, and if I’m being honest, it was very liberating.

I just hate that it was Alexander King. He’s supposed to be my mortal enemy. Not the man who opened me up to exploration and a sexual revolution.

What in the hell am I going to do now?

A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. “Margo? Are you ready?”

I smooth my hair away from my face but don’t dare open the door. I’m not ready to face Alexander just yet. “For what?”

“It’s nearly two. I’m scheduled to meet with my contact at the pool. I’ll wait for you if you’re nearly finished getting ready,” he says, and it instantly causes my shoulders to slump.