Page 105 of Reckless King

“I can make it up to you right now.”

Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks at the door.

“Sophie won’t come in,” I say. “And she won’t let anyone else in. She knows better.”

Violet’s muscles go taut in response. Dammit, her interpretation of that comment couldn’t be further from the truth. She won’t ask if I’ve had other women in here because she doesn’t think she has the right. She still hasn’t figured out that she’s the only one who does. The only one who’s ever been mine in every sense of the word.

“You’re the only woman I’ve had in this office, butterfly. And I’ve spent far too long imagining you spread out on this couch or bent over my desk.”

Her breath catches and then she drifts her fingers down my chest until they curl around the leather of my belt. “What about on my knees? Have you imagined that?”

My pulse leaps, because of course I fucking have. I don’t let myself react to the visual searing through my mind though. “You’re hurt,” I grit out.

She looks down at the red mark on her wrist and runs her fingers over her skin. “Not bad enough to stop me.”

I tip her face up to mine. “The idea was for me to make it up to you.”

“Why should making it up to me only involveyougivingmepleasure?”

My thumb draws a line under the curve of her lower lip. “You don’t think making you come gives me pleasure?”

She cocks her head. “I know it does, Tate. The same is true for me. And I want this. Maybe I’ve had fantasies of my own that involve your office. Maybe my ex being an asshole shouldn’t take that away from me.”

Fuck. My dick is rock hard at the thought of Violet on her knees for me right here. But the desire wars with my need to take care of her. There’s something in her tone of voice though. Something that tells me maybe Eric turning up out of the blue shook her more than she’s admitting. Maybe a little control is exactly what she’s craving right now.

Or maybe there’s a part of her that wants to claim me exactly the way I always want to claim her.

The war is lost when she slides off my lap and drops to her knees between my legs, looking up at me with wide, imploring eyes. She knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “Fuck, Violet. How am I supposed to say no to you when you look at me like that?”

She gives me a smile of pure female satisfaction. “You’re not.”

Giving in to the inevitable, I inhale deeply, palming my erection to ease some of the ache. She watches me do it, her pupils dilating.

Reaching out, I trace my fingers over her collarbone and down to the swell of her breasts, tugging on the neckline of her tank top. “Show me.”

Maintaining eye contact, she drags the straps of her tank top and bra off her shoulders, tugging them both down until she’s fully exposed.

I lick my lips. “Play with those pretty nipples.”

Without hesitation, she pinches them, rolling them between her fingers,

My dick throbs against my fly. “Such a good girl,” I say. “Do you like showing yourself off for me?”

“Yes.” Her voice is breathless, and I’d bet her panties are already damp.

I lean forward and pull the tie out from her ponytail, sifting my fingers through the length of her hair so it falls loose around her shoulders. “Stick out your tongue.” When she does, I run the pad of my thumb down it. “Do you know what I’m going to use this for?” Goose bumps break out over her skin, but she doesn’t answer. “After I fuck my fiancée’s pretty mouth, I’m going to come all over it.”

“Tate,” she breathes.

I hold her gaze, giving her one more chance. “You know I just want to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Her smile is soft. “Yes. And right now, what will make me feel good is you giving me what I want.”

The last of my concern dissipates. She wants this. I unbuckle my belt, drag down my zipper and pull myself out. “Then use that beautiful mouth to make me come.”

I wrap my fist around my shaft and stroke it, then guide it toward her. She keeps her eyes on me as I rub the already weeping crown over her lips. When I press against their softness, she opens for me, and I push inside. Then I let go so she can take control.

Her fingers circle my base, and fuck if my heart doesn’t stop at the sight of her like this—mouth wrapped around me, hair brushing my thighs, beautiful bare breasts thrust out toward me, and my ring glittering on her finger. I’m never going to be able to get this moment out of my head. When I enter my office from now on, this will be all I can think of—Violet on her knees for me.

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