Page 14 of Reckless King

With a smile, I brush my lips against her jaw. “Just because you asked so nicely.” Then I press my thumb to that sensitive bundle of nerves, make quick hard circles. Her legs tighten around my hips, and she buries her face in the crook of my neck to muffle the sounds she makes as she breaks apart. Her pussy clenches around my fingers again and again as she comes, her arousal dripping down my hand. I’m going to have the evidence of her orgasm on the front of my pants, and it only makes me harder.

“Good girl,” I growl. “Such a good girl, leaving a mess all over me.”

With one final spasm, she slumps against my chest. I can still feel where she pressed her mouth against my skin as she came. My fingers are still buried inside her. And even though this moment was all I intended to have with her, walking away without more than this small taste would be a travesty. Not looking back is what I do—what I’m best at.

But even as I remind myself of that, I know the truth.

I won’t ask for more than this tonight. But I’m not done with her yet.

CHAPTER EIGHT

VIOLET

I’m boneless, slumped against him. A part of my brain, the small part that isn’t buzzing from my first non-self-induced orgasm in over a year, is wondering how I can be so comfortable like this. People surrounding me, a stranger’sfingersinside me. And a very large bulge underneath me.

Is it this place? Is it the much-needed relief of having an itch scratched? Or is it him? Is there something about this man that my body instinctively trusts?

Blinking away the arousal and satisfaction fogging my brain, I push myself upright. As I do, his fingers press into my sensitive flesh, and my still-pulsing clit brushes his palm. I jolt and suck in a sharp breath as an aftershock of pleasure ripples through me.

He eases his fingers free of me, and with his gaze fixed on mine, raises them between us and slides them into his mouth.

I inhale sharply. None of the men I’ve been with have ever done anything so erotic. Not one of them has ripped an orgasm from me with an intensity even close to what I just experienced. But the pleasure on his face as his eyes drift half-closed and he groans his enjoyment has me involuntarily rolling my hips against the hard ridge beneath me.

With a wince, he clamps both hands down on my thighs and holds me in place. Then those lips curve into a smile as dangerously potent as one from the real devil might be. “Unless you want to continue this in a private room right now, I’d advise you to hold still. It’s been a long time since I’ve disgraced myself with a woman. I’d rather not do it tonight.”

I let out a breathless laugh. There’s a certain thrill that comes with the knowledge that my pleasure alone is enough to get him close to the edge. But the humor fades quickly, because I’m not sure what the next step is. Does hewantto go to a private room? I don’t know if I’m ready for that. But I need to offer him something in return. It wouldn’t be fair for him to have gotten me off so spectacularly, only for me to up and run away without returning the favor. I reach for the button of his pants, fumbling to undo it.

Before I can slip it free, his big hand is closing around mine, holding it still. “That’s not what I need.”

Confused, I freeze and search his eyes, my heart still beating out of my chest.

What I can see of his expression softens, as if he can read my mind, and his thumb strokes slow circles over my wrist. “I won’t ask you for more right now, beautiful. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy your hand—or any other part of you—wrapped around me. But this isn’t a quid pro quo arrangement. Seeing you come for me so prettily is enough.”

He’s so obviously aroused. Why wouldn’t he want me to take care of him? It hits me then, a swift sting of hurt lancing my chest. Of course he doesn’t want a hand job. That’s not what he came here for tonight. There are plenty of women in this club who would be more than happy to step in once I’m gone and give him what he’s really after. Whatever that might be—rope play, breath play, or even scarier-sounding activities.

I press my hand to my stomach and will the embarrassment twisting inside to abate, even as I berate myself. I’ve only just met this guy, and we’re in a sex club, for goodness’ sake. He probably comes here all the time to get his rocks off. While I’m not looking down my nose at him for doing it, particularly considering what he’s just done for me, I don’t want to date him. So why should I care that after I leave, he’ll probably take his pleasure from another woman?

“Of course.” I force a smile to my face and start to climb off him, but once again, his hands wrap around my thighs and hold me in place.

“Will I see you here again?”

The gravel in his voice surprises me. Hisquestionsurprises me.

“Do you want to see me here again?”

He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his head dipping closer. “I’d say this was a teaser, wouldn’t you? I’d like to experience more. I’d definitely like another taste of you.”

Is he talking about kissing me? Or… other things? The thought of either has my pulse careening into my throat. Could I come back and do this with him again?

Biting my lip, I search his gaze. But then it hits me, and disappointment settles heavily in my chest. “I can’t come back. I’m only here as a guest.”

He gives an easy shrug of his broad shoulders. “I’ll organize a membership for you.”

I stare at him blankly. Anna told me how much memberships cost, and they’re ridiculously expensive. Richard paid for hers, but he’s a millionaire, and casual or not, they’d been seeing each other for months. This man is a stranger and… well, I guess he must be rich, since that’s the type of person this place specifically caters to, but paying that kind of exorbitant fee for a woman he’s never met before? That makes no sense.

I shake my head. “Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”

One corner of his mouth kicks up in a smile that’s just short of a smirk. “If you come back next Friday, then I will know you.”

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