Page 82 of The Billionaires' Prize

He presses the green button, and it turns red. The vibe quiets.

“I didn’t know if you had one of these, but I’ve been fantasizing about driving you wild from afar.” He kisses my shoulder, then tugs my hair back, exposing my neck. “Watching your mouth drop open.” His words are just as drugging as the kiss he presses beneath my ear. “Seeing you squirm, unsure if you should ease away or let it make you come. God, I’m hard just thinking about it.”

I glance up at him over my shoulder, my body warring with itself. It’s like there are two women inside me. One wants to shed the tight reins of control and embrace every new experience King can throw at her. But the other one was raised with so many rules and expectations. She trembles with unease, terrified of the potential backlash.

What if it fell out?

What if someone hears?

What if the signal gets crossed and it won’t turn off?

What if I come in public?

He slides a hand across my lower back, hooking it around my hip. “I can see your wheels turning.”

I put the toy down.

“Of course they’re turning.” My voice is sharper than I mean it to be. I instantly regret it and press up to kiss his chin. “Sorry. You know how I am about. . .” I wave my hand.

I’ve already been the focus of the media this week. The last thing I need is a nip slip or, god forbid, a vibrator to fall out in a crowded restaurant.

“I do.” He’s so freaking solid. Just rock steady. This man knows me. Understands my hangups.

That’s so sexy.

“What are you worried about, Wildfire?” He brushes my hair back and cups my cheek, making me meet his gaze.

I rattle off my list of worries, my tummy swarming with ticklish butterflies.

“Can you let me worry about all that? Do you trust me to take care of you?” His voice is so soft and calm, and I’m instantly soothed. But there’s also a firmness there. A take-charge attitude that lets me relax.

My soul sings, eager for him to take over. To lean on him.

And that voice. Those words.

“Where’ve you been hiding this side of you?”

He’s silent for long moments, just staring into my eyes. “Locked away.”

I wrap my arms around his waist. His heart thumps against my ear, and I close my eyes. “Oh, King.”

We’ve both been hiding.

It makes me ache to think that he hasn’t been living life to the fullest. Being who he truly is. But I’m seeing now that we’ve bothbeen harboring feelings for each other that we couldn’t act on till now.

I nod up at him. “I trust you.”

I expect him to smile. To tease me. Because that’s him to a T. But he stares at me, his expression unreadable.

Hands on my hips, he turns me toward him. “Good,” he says against my hair.

He’s a study in intensity as he strips me out of my work attire. Jerky movements, precise and quick, reveal me to his hungry eyes and questing fingers.

I hold on to his shoulders as he peels off my thigh highs, kissing my knees. Then he stands again, an almost stern expression on his face. I glance down and see his erection pressing against the front of his slacks.

Where did the gregarious man from last night go? And who is this delicious stranger in my bathroom?

He hooks my chin with the tip of his finger, tipping my face up to his. The dominance in his gorgeous green eyes makes my tummy tingle in the very best way.

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