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“I’ll come get you myself, then I’ll spank your juicy ass. Trust me, you don’t want that just yet. That fun will happen later. Now, get up.”

Laughing, I got out of bed and walked over to him. My hips had a little extra swing in them as I strolled past him. “I think a little spanking would be nice. We both like a little pain with our pleasure. I’m game if you are.”

“Fuck, woman. You’re going to be the death of me. That’s why I know you’re made for me. My Queen.”

At his words, my heartbeat stuttered before speeding up. He’d call me that earlier tonight. At first, I thought it was just words said in the heat of intense arousal. But now that he said it again, I remembered how I called him ‘My King.’

Did I really believe he was mine? As I watched him move around the large bathroom, I accepted that I did. It was time to stop fighting how I felt about him. If this was real between us, then I needed to be honest. With a few steps, I stood in front of him. He looked down at me, a small grin on his lips.

“You need something, Nyla?”

It was time to take a leap of faith. Maybe it would blow up in my face. Or this could turn out to be the best decision I could have made for myself. Either way, I was no longer running.

“Yes. I need you. My King.”

At my words, his pupils darkened in arousal.

“Damn, right you do.” His arms went around my waist, lifting me as he walked inside the large shower. Water cascaded down on us from the ceiling showerhead. King lifted my body. “Wrap your legs around me, baby.” As soon as I did, he pressed my back against the smooth shower wall, his length sliding inside me to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

King wasted no time reminding me why I never wanted to leave his side. If the walls of his shower could talk, oh the stories they could tell about what happened next.

Chapter Twelve

Nyla

W

hen Monday came, all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and let King do wicked things to my body. I smiled at the memory of all the things he’d done to me over the past two days. As a healthy, mature, and sexually open woman, I’d had sex before. Some very good sex if I were being honest.

But King? That man was sex personified. The way he manipulated my body. Ropes. Handcuffs. Safe words. Punishment and Reward.

A shiver of desire coursed through my body. Because fuck me if I didn’t want more today. But today was about business. More importantly, I needed to ensure he never saw the envelope with my resignation inside. He would never understand.

It wasn’t that I wanted to leave him. I didn’t. If given the chance, I would never stop being by his side. Although, we did need to figure out how I was going to keep working for him when he’d been balls deep inside me the other night. And if I were a betting woman, it would be happening again soon. Probably tonight.

The clock on the wall read 7:45 a.m., which was a bit early, but I had to make sure I got to the office before King. When I left his home this morning, it was still dark outside. He’d call for a driver to come pick me up and bring me to my apartment. Did I feel bad about lying to him? Well, it wasn’t really lying. Maybe stretching the truth just a bit.

The truth is, I’m not sure I should have written the resignation letter in the first place. Even if we hadn’t had this past weekend, would I really have allowed my feelings to get in the way of an amazing job with a cushy salary?

Well, I guess we’ll never know the answer to that question, because he would never see that resignation.

When I walked into King’s office, the lights were off. They came on automatically as I stepped inside, and I almost had a damn heart attack.

“What the fuck is this, Nyla?”

“King?”

He held a piece of paper in his hand. Oh, fuck. My resignation. “Listen, I can explain.”

“You were going to just leave this here and leave me? What was I supposed to do with this?” The more he spoke, the louder his voice got. “Wait a minute. Let me read a bit of this.” He made a whole damn production of rising from his chair and walking around to the front of his desk before sitting on the edge. “Mr. Solomon.” He smirked. “Oh, that’s rich, considering I had my tongue in your pussy this weekend.”

“I know you’re upset, but let’s be honest. You weren’t supposed to see that. I wrote this before we were… together.”

His hand shook the paper as he glared at me. “That’s supposed to make a fucking difference?” His eyes never left me as he recited the letter. Just how long had he been staring at the document? “Thank you for the opportunity to work with you and your company. I feel it’s best that I move on to the next opportunity in front of me. It has been a pleasure learning from you over the years. I wish you all the best.”

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