Page 68 of King of Temptation

She looks back at me, a small smile on her face. “And you don’t?”

I live in the grey more than either of my other brothers. Which is why everyone will believe that I was the one who held those tapes back.

And I’ll be the one who actually gets the revenge my family is seeking because…I’m willing to do the things Mason and Roman are not.

It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t have their planning abilities, but my instincts have led me to exactly where we need to be to get what we want.

Is that what Kim is saying with that smile?

She’s still in her dancing costume and I move to her side, pulling her up against my body. “What do you say we get you out of that and into a shower?”

“You think this one has one of those sprayers?” she asks with a giggle.

Grabbing her by the ass, I pull her tight into my hips, my cock pressing into her soft belly. “We’re about to find out.”

And then I wrap my other hand around her, lifting her to carry her into the bathroom.

Not that I need to hold her at all. Her legs wrap around me and the strength of them could hold her up without my support at all.

But there is also no way I’m taking my hands from her ass. In fact, I use my grip to grind our pelvises together, pulling a low needy moan from her throat.

I swallow that down, even as I use one of my hands to tug at the hidden zipper in the back of the leather suit.

Today, I might rip this thing to shreds to get it off her.

The zipper sticks halfway down and so I give it hard yank, hearing it pull away from the leather as the stitching gives.

She pulls back, her brows lifting. “Is that coming out of my pay?”

I kiss her again, my tongue thrusting into her mouth as I step into the bathroom. I already know I’m going to fuck her hard against the shower wall and my balls are tingling with the need to be inside her.

“I’ll buy you ten of these if you let me rip them off you.”

“Are you going to make a belly cut out?” she asks but I see the wince.

What the fuck does that mean? “Belly cut out?”

“What if…” She looks away then. “What if I’m horrid-looking when I’m really pregnant? What if I never recover? What if…”

“Hey,” I let her hold herself with her legs that are still wrapped around my waist. “If you think you’re going to get out of being jackhammered because of a little baby jiggle, you are sorely mistaken.”

She laughs. “Jackhammered? Sore might be the operative word there.”

My kiss is slower and softer as I hold her face between my hands. “My point is that I’m not going anywhere.”

She shakes her head. “You really mean that? You’re going to stick with me?”

“I’m sticking.”

She kisses me again, and it’s like she’s trying to suck the cum from my balls up my throat. I don’t mind. In fact, I fucking love it.

I know that Kim is worried that I’ll split. But at some point, she may regret being so deep in with me.

That’s too bad, because I’m not letting her go ever.

I finally set her down, yanking the suit off her until she’s in nothing but her thong. I get in the shower and turn it on, not caring that I’m still dressed.

The spray hits me even as I yank my clothes off, tossing them out of the shower, and then I tug her in.

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