Page 33 of King of Temptation

“My place.”

“But…” I turn sideways in the seat, to study his profile.

“Masturbation doesn’t count,” he answers. “Definitely not.” And then he punches the accelerator.

“But you know that means that we’re not going to have—” I’m trying to be clear because that’s the thing about a man like Leo. You start a ball rolling and there’s no stopping it.

“Watching you touch yourself, princess, will be hot enough for tonight.”

For tonight…

Yeah, Leo isn’t planning on this being a one-night or two-night thing and that makes me feel better.

Loads of people date for a month or two before they realize they’re not right for each other.

I can at least pretend that’s what we’re doing if I can just ignore my nagging conscience.

Leo steers the car through the thicker traffic that comes with being closer to the strip before he pulls into a high-rise building.

But it’s kind of weird because there are almost no cars in the parking garage.

“Mason built it,” he answers before I even ask. “We’ve yet to sell off the units.”

“So you live in this building by yourself?”

“Roman, Jake, and Luke all have apartments in here too. And we set up a gym in a fourth. But other than that…”

I look at the garage. It could hold hundreds of cars. What would it be like to have so much money, you don’t bother selling a multi-million-dollar project?

I see the flash of a red light and note a security camera in one corner, then another and another. But I don’t have time to really look at the pattern because Leo is out of the car and coming around to my side, snapping open the door and reaching for my hand.

His hand is at my back as we approach an elevator.

I blink in surprise as he pushes a button, not on a keypad on the wall, but on his phone, the doors of the elevator slide open.

“Private elevator,” he answers as if this explains it.

It’s just like the wedding. Just spending time with Leo, I could almost forget about the ridiculous amounts of money this man possesses. I get a little hectic inside… but I don’t have a chance to ask many questions because the moment the doors slide closed, Leo pulls me close and then backs me against the wall, his lips finding mine.

I try to tell him that we’re not supposed to be making out like this. Ok. Fine. I don’t really try.

His mouth feels so good, his tongue sliding against mine, the hard press of him making that ache that’s been building all night throb wildly.

I wrap my arms around his neck and twine my fingers into his hair and instead of pushing him away, I pull him closer.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Kim

Just like the last time, it’s a completely wild ride as Leo grabs my ass with both hands and grinds our hips together.

I let out a half cry, half moan as I pulse with need. I might orgasm in the elevator if we don’t slow down.

His lips are sliding down my neck and I give my head a little shake. “Leo.”

“What, gorgeous?”

“We’re not supposed to be touching like this.”

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