Page 50 of King of Temptation

Because I’ve tried to dominate my entire life, but with Kim… I want whatever she wants. I want her to feel good and when it comes to her pleasure…

I just want to be her slave.

She was absolutely right about that and it’s the strangest thing.

“I think we should do some furniture shopping tomorrow.”

“Furniture shopping?” she sits up then.

“For the new place.”

“Wait…my new place or your new place?”

That is an excellent question and for some reason, when Mason mentioned a penthouse, I just assumed it would be for two. Why would she sleep anywhere else besides my bed?

The building comes into view, and I hit the button for the gates, which open just long enough for my car to pull in and then they clank closed again.

I meant what I said about not doing long-term, but living with Kim until she leaves for the east coast isn’t exactly long-term.

Then again, it’s way longer than any other relationship I’ve ever been in. And what’s even stranger is the more time that goes by, the more I seem to want Kim.

I thought after the wedding, if I could just have her a few more times, this attraction would burn out. But it only seems to be getting hotter.

Instead of feeling satiated, I’m hungrier than ever…

I park the car, barely shutting it off, before I’m out of the driver’s seat and coming around the back bumper to open her door.

I help her out, pulling her into my side as I hustle her to the elevator. I can’t explain why I’m frantic, but I just want her tucked in my room, in my bed, where I know she’ll be safe and warm.

Of course, she’ll likely have my cock inside her.

We get into the elevator and as the doors close, I’m lifting her in my arms, but unlike the last time when I pressed her against the wall, this time, I just drop my head into her neck, breathing in her scent.

I must be coming down from the adrenaline, because I think about what happened, and a few questions start swirling. “Why did you come downstairs during your set?”

“You called,” she answers automatically.

“I did not.”

She stiffens in my arms. “But Melissa said….”

“Melissa? That’s weird… I’ll talk to her about it tomorrow.” It’s a fact I file away for later.

The elevator stops and the doors slide open. I drop her bag in the entry and then carry Kim straight to the bathroom. I want to touch her skin, check her and make sure she isn’t too hurt.

She’s still in her full leather suit and I set her down on the tile floor, starting to work the zipper and help her out of it, which basically means peeling it off her.

She kicks off her heels, sighing.

When we’ve freed her torso, I cross to the tub, sitting on the edge to turn on the taps. I look back just in time to see her wiggling her hips out of the skintight cloth.

A rumble fills my chest as I tug my shirt over my head. I kick off my shoes just in time for her to pull her second leg out of the leather so that she’s in nothing but a thong. Her back is to me, but Kim doesn’t have a bad side and I’m devouring the curve of her back, her perfect ass. My gaze skims down her long, lean legs and then back up her body, mapping every little freckle as she tosses the suit to the side.

I reach out, grasping her waist and sliding my hands down her hips. She smiles at me over her shoulder as I pull her into my body.

She’s still looking at me as I bring my hands to her stomach and then skim them up to cup her breasts.

I feel her gasp, her nipples peaking in my palms as she pushes up on tiptoe, but she doesn’t kiss me.

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