Page 24 of Endgame

“Shit, King, the way this feels…” she murmured.

It feels like coming home. The thought rose, unbidden, and he pushed it away. Because there was no way in hell he was ever going there. He broke away, his voice rumbling in the back of his throat. “No labels.”

She arched a brow then nodded. “Nobody else as long as this lasts.”

“Agreed.” He leaned back in to kiss her again, knowing that they needed to get back to reality but needing more of Lila’s luscious mouth. “You coming over tonight?”

Her eyes darkened, her face running a gamut of emotions, all warring for dominance. “Yes.”

* * *

King was already opening his front door before Lila was done knocking. After she’d gotten off her shift, she’d gone home to quickly shower and change and was looking delectable, dressed down in a pair of light-pink sweats. She seemed to hesitate, unsure of how exactly to greet him. So he pulled her against him and left her breathless with a kiss that started off sweet and got dirty real quick.

“Hi.” He smiled.

“Hi yourself,” she stammered, trying to catch her breath. “That was quite the greeting.”

“Nothing but the best for the birthday girl.”

“Actually, I think we’re past midnight, so technically it’s not my birthday anymore.”

“It’s over when I say it’s over,” King growled playfully. “Plus, you haven’t gotten your gift from me yet.” At her suspicious look, he clarified. “It’s more of a ‘show,’ rather than ‘tell’ kind of a present.”

Her face lit with understanding…and arousal. “My favorite kind of gift.”

Hand in hand, they quietly padded up the stairs to King’s room. Once he’d clicked the lock into place, he stalked over to her cautiously and took her in his arms, hugging her tightly. He inhaled her unique scent and let his hands roam over her body as she made soft sounds of contentment. “I’ve missed this,” he murmured into the juncture between her shoulder and her neck.

“Same.” Her hands found his, and she guided them to the hem of her top. He lifted it over her head and about passed out when he saw the delicately sheer black lace bra she was wearing underneath. He’d been with her before, but he’d never really seen her, not like this. His eyes devoured her, his fingers tracing along the lines of her lingerie as his mouth slanted over hers. King loved the way she opened for him, how she matched the strokes of his tongue with hers. He thrust his knee between her legs so she could grind on him while he teased her with his fingers.

When his hands rounded her back to brush against the clasp of her bra, he paused, waiting for her permission to proceed. At her nod, he removed it from her body, first tracing the roundness of her breasts with his hands then replacing them with his mouth. Her tits were the perfect mouthful, and King loved the way Lila’s body writhed as he lavished her beautiful body with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

He laid her down on the bed and then sat back on his heels to remove his shirt. He lowered himself on top of her, supporting most of his weight with his forearms, and hissed when he felt the brush of her nipples against his bare chest.

“Are you ready for your present, La?”

“This isn’t it?” she teased then moaned as King ground their sexes together.

“I want to taste you.” He reached down to cup her between her legs. “Here.” She tensed, just the slightest bit, and King removed his hand. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, La.”

“I want to, believe me.” She shifted, her eyes avoiding contact. “I’m just a little nervous that you won’t like what you see or whatever.”

He lightly gripped her chin, lifting her face to meet his. “Trust me, I’m going to love what I see. I’m going to love what I taste. I’m going to love it because it’s you, Lila Alexander.”

“You say the nicest things,” Lila said with a knowing smirk, bringing King back to that hot night in his car. But there was also a tenderness in her eyes that made King feel utterly exposed. Instead of dwelling on it, he slid down her body, removing her sweatpants first so he could take in the miniscule black lace thong she was wearing. He ran his tongue over the lacy material, eliciting a surprised-sounding moan from her. He pushed the fabric aside and swirled his tongue around her clit then dragged it lower.

“Fuck, La, you’re perfect.” His restraint abandoned him the moment he tasted her. He ripped off her underwear and dove back in, his tongue alternating from teasing her clit to penetrating her center. And when she came? He didn’t want to come up for air. He wanted to live between her legs.

Reluctantly, he moved back up her body and kissed her hungrily.

“I liked that present,” Lila whispered, her cheeks beautifully flushed, her body languid and relaxed.

King laughed as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m glad. Nothing but the best for you, La.”

“King…” She hesitated, and he stiffened with worry.

“What is it? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, nothing like that. You were amazing. I just…” Lila’s amber eyes held his. “I don’t want you to stop.”

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