Page 90 of Emperor of Wrath

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He pulls off his pants, hanging them neatly over the chair next to his shirt. Then he turns to me, and I suck in a breath of air as I drink in his freaking insane body.

I mean, the man looks fucking photoshopped.

“Hello?” I hiss. “What the fuck?”

Kenzo shrugs. “It’s another good few hours to Japan. I’m getting comfortable.”

“Well, can you please do that somewhere else?”

Someone is calling my name in my ear.

Shit.

I quickly swing back to the monitor and unmute myself again, turning the camera back on.

“My apologies, the Wi-fi isn’t great. I’m actually flying to Japan at the moment?—”

I almost fall out of my chair when my eyes snap to the scene unfolding in front of me. Kenzo has walked right up to the desk, casually standing next to it just out of view of the camera, running a hand over his chiseled jaw.

He’s completely naked.

My mouth falls open. I can’t help it: my eyes drop straight to his dick. I mean for fuck’s sake, it’s right there. He’s not even hard, but the freaking thing is still huge, and thick, and looks heavy as it hangs between his thighs.

“Excuse me, don’t you have a video call to attend to?”

How can I? My full attention is embarrassingly fixated on Kenzo’s cock.

How the actual fuck did that fit inside me? Like, within the boundaries of biology? I want to reiterate that he’s not even hard right now.

“Annika?”

I rip my attention back to Kir’s lawyer on the screen, blushing furiously.

“I apologize, Sean. There’s a serious delay with this connection. Can you go ahead and email me the rest of the contract, so I can look it over? I’ll set up a follow-up call once I’ve landed and settled in, and we can circle back to these points. I want them set in stone before we walk into that conference room looking for blood.”

“Sounds good, Annika,” Sean smiles. “Enjoy the flight. We’ll talk later.”

I end the call and turn to glare daggers at Kenzo. He’s already walking away, giving me an eyeful of his—I hate to admit it—absurdly sculpted, perfect ass.

“I’m sorry, is there something wrong with you?”

He half turns, arching a brow as he smirks at me from across the room, pulling on gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that fits snug around his biceps. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a ‘circle back to these points’ kind of girl.”

“Is there a legitimate reason you came in here? Or is it just fun for you to bother me?”

He smirks. “We should discuss our needs.”

My brow furrows. “Excuse me?”

“Our needs. Sexually, I mean.”

I roll my eyes, but my face pulses with heat as my every brain cell fixates on last night.

His hands on me. His possessive power and dominance over me.

The filthy way he talked to me, and touched me, and fucked me like I’ve never even imagined.

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