Page 62 of Endgame

The left side of his mouth slanted up, exposing a dimple that was simultaneously adorable and sexy as hell. “Tell me something. You still think you can handle my dance moves?”

“You saying you want to dance with me, King?” Lila’s stomach was a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

He nodded. “I’m saying I want to dance with you, La.” King’s index finger traced a line from her temple down the slope of her jaw, and Lila was totally gone. Whatever this was, it was happening. And she was going to let it, consequences be damned.

She stepped back without a word and turned away from him, throwing a devilish look over her shoulder. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Trust me, you can’t handle it.”

“We’ll see.”

Lila was keenly aware of the heat of his body as he followed her to the dance floor. The beginning notes to “No Diggity” started playing, and King whirled her around to face him. Keeping a hand on her waist but space between their bodies, he started to dance, and she moved with him. Unlike last year, when hers and Knight’s dancing was hilariously silly and over-the-top, this dancing was pure and utter sex.

King pulled her closer and the space between them vanished. His strong hands angled her so that she was practically riding his muscular thigh. The rough material of his jeans caused all sorts of delicious sensations in her lady parts. She could feel him, too, thick and hard and heavy against her stomach.

They danced until she thought she’d explode, and then King’s lips were next to her ear. His gravelly tone was gloriously lust-laden as he grunted, “Inside. Upstairs. Now.”

The moment she nodded her agreement, he grabbed her hand and practically dragged her through the throngs then inside and upstairs until they’d gotten to his bedroom.

As soon the lock clicked on the door, they were on each other, their mouths and tongues fighting for control as King grabbed Lila by her ass and lifted as she hitched her legs up around his waist. She locked them around him and furiously grinded her body against his dick. He walked them over to the bed, dropping her on the mattress then covering her body with his. King moved his body against hers with frenetic energy, his bottomless eyes clouded with need every time they snagged hers. He moved his mouth down to her pulse point. He traced it with his tongue and then bit down softly.

“Goddammit, La. I want to be inside you so bad it hurts.”

“Be inside me, then.”

She arched up into him, loving the way that the friction made him hiss, and reached for the button of his jeans. As soon as she’d flicked it open, he pinned her hands above her head, just for a second, before he let go and divested himself of his jeans and sheathed himself with a condom from his nightstand drawer. Then his skilled hands reached underneath her dress and wrested her underwear down and off, his hard dick filling her before she had a chance to breathe. And the feeling in her chest at that precise moment was one of profound relief.

“Fuck, La. You feel…”

King leaned down to take her mouth, holding himself still inside her as she adjusted to him. Then he started to move, long, hard strokes that threatened to shatter Lila at any moment. It wasn’t precious or soft. It was desperate, untamed. Utterly feral. And Lila wondered how they’d lasted so long without this, without this feeling of riotous contentment. Of completion.

She felt the delicious sensation of sparks licking up her spine as King brought her up and over the edge, the sparks spreading over her body and dancing behind her eyes. Then, impossibly, he increased his intensity and thrust into her even harder as he chased his own relief. When it came, he was beautiful, letting everything go as he gazed at her intently before closing his eyes as pleasure overwhelmed his features.

He collapsed on top of her, and she welcomed the heaviness that covered her body like a blanket. He propped himself up on his forearms. “Fuck, La, that was…”

“Everything,” she finished quietly.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The implications of what they’d just done swirled around them, but neither of them spoke. They just stared at each other. Lila mapped out the shadowed planes of King’s face so that she’d always remember the way he looked in this moment. The softness in his eyes. The curl of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she’d loved him before they separated and probably had never stopped, but she stayed silent, willing the words to stay inside. For the moment, at least.

Reluctantly, King separated from her to clean up, and Lila smiled at the sight of him still wearing his shirt.

“We didn’t even take the time to get naked,” she said as she sat up with a laugh, looking down at her dress.

King smiled at her as he emerged from the bathroom. He reached and grabbed his shirt at the back of the neck and pulled it up and off. “Better?”

Lila took in the perfection of his perfectly toned form and felt her desire start to rise again. “Much,” she murmured as he advanced on her, and she had the feeling that round two was going to be even more enjoyable than round one.

Her hands were at the hem of her dress, ready to pull it over her head, when she noticed the glint of the necklace hanging around King’s neck. And then her stomach bottomed out.

Was that… It couldn’t be…

She scrambled off King’s bed to get a closer look.

King’s expression morphed from playful to panicked as he realized what she had focused her attention on. As she got closer, her suspicions were confirmed. It was her crown necklace. The one that her grandmother had given her right before she died. The one he’d said he lost.

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