Page 67 of King of Temptation

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Leo

Kim’s ass grinds into my cock and I’m raging hard in a second.

I have no idea how I’m getting us out of this car with any grace, not that I care what the guards think, but I cannot have Kim take a tumble.

I’m glad Temptation is closing temporarily. She would have been murder to keep out of the club. She’s got it in her head that she needs to make money, but that’s just ridiculous.

Whatever dancing she does from here on out will be for the beauty, joy, fame…whatever.

She won’t need to make money. But that’s going to take some adjusting, at least for Kim.

And I appreciate that. But the house, the allowance, I’m going to need her to take it. Turning over an old tape to the police has the potential to create some real problems.

There will be questions about why I haven’t given it to the police sooner. As the head of the club division at Kincaid Enterprises, that’s my pile of shit to own, even if Mason was the man who made the decision to not strike against the Italians two years ago when Anthony Carcetti killed a low man within the ranks of the Russian Bratva behind Temptation doors.

In the past I would have been angry at Mason for pushing the pile of shit onto me. But the truth is, Mason has made us strong. And he made the right decision then. I know it deep in my gut.

Which is why, if someone has to take the fall, I’ll take it, knowing that Mason will keep Kim wrapped in a protective bubble until I’m back. I hate to leave her, but this is a move I’ve been preparing for. Not that I want to think about it anymore tonight.

Right now, all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her.

My tongue is in her mouth, tangling with hers and my hands are everywhere. I’m actually starting to hate the leather suit because I can feel all her curves, but I can’t get my hands on her skin.

I pop open my door, not breaking the kiss and slide one foot out of the car. But I’m not going to be able to lift her out. There just isn’t enough room.

She finally pulls back from the kiss and reaching up, she grabs the frame of the car, lifting herself off my lap and curling her legs so that she can swing them past me before they land on the ground as she stands outside the car.

“Coming?” she asks innocently.

“What the fuck? How did you do that?”

She shrugs. “I’m a professional dancer.”

I step from the car standing next to her and I see her smile falter. “Or I was.”

My hand comes to her hip, pulling our bodies tight together. “I’ll get you to New York, baby, promise.”

She cocks her head to the side, giving me a long look. “Do you really mean that?”

We haven’t really talked about the baby, or the future, or even the past. But I’m going to make this right. “I do.”

Behind me, a throat clears. I turn to the guard, a man I recognize, as he gives me a nod. “Perimeter is secured. No sign of anything or anyone.”

I nod back. “Keep me posted if there is any trouble.”

He is doing an excellent job of not looking at Kim, but I see his gaze dart over to her, his chin drawing back as his chest puffs out.

His eyes slide down her and I make a note to inform Mason that he’s going to have to hire different security if I’m not around. This guy has taken note. We’re going to have to hire uglier guards if I’m not here.

Hand on her hip in a possessive hold, I walk Kim inside.

There is no furniture in most of the rooms, but I’ve been in the house one other time, so I lead her up the stairs and into the master.

The room is huge, the bed massive and, in the closet are my clothes and shoes. “Roman did all this?”

“He’s like Mason, organized, methodical, deliberate. They can both move mountains when they want. And the fuckers do it with efficiency.”

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