Page 111 of Guarded King

“Too damn often for my peace of mind.”

She bites her bottom lip, even as the corners of her mouth turn up. “I may have imagined it once or twice as well.”

“The day you stood here and watched me come, did you wish I’d bent you over and fucked you?”

A delicate shiver traces over her skin, sending a jolt of raw need through me.

“Yes.”

“Tell me, Chloe. Did you think about me when you touched yourself? Imagining what it would be like if I were inside you?”

She lets out a shaky breath, the warm air ghosting over my neck. “I couldn’t help it.”

The mental image of her sliding her fingers between her legs has my dick throbbing. The connection between us is undeniable, forcing me to smash all my boundaries. I can’t deny it any longer. I don’t want to. The control I once believed I had is hanging by a thread.

And now I’m letting go.

I cup her jaw and raise her face to mine. “I’m going to spread you out on my desk, and I’m going to make you come until your orgasms are all I can see every time I sit here. The memory will get me through the hours when I can’t touch you, can’t kiss you, can’t fucking have you.”

Surprising me, she rises onto her toes, slides a hand around the back of my neck, and presses her lips to mine. It takes only a heartbeat for me to take over. Now that I’ve stopped fighting the pull toward her, I won’t hold back.

My mouth is hard on hers, claiming it, claimingher.

She whimpers, fisting her hands in my shirt, the sound sending desire pounding through me.

When I break the kiss, I drink in the sight of her flushed face—lips pink and swollen, eyes heavy-lidded with the same desire I’m drowning in.

She reaches behind her and begins unzipping her dress, but I stop her. I need to do it myself. Forcing even breaths through my nose, I take over, dragging the zipper down to the small of her back. Then I trail my fingers up to her shoulder, hooking them under the thin strap there and sliding it off, before doing the same to the other side.

The dress slips down to her waist, and as I absorb the sight before me, jealousy scalds my veins. Her red lacy bra is pure sin. “You wore this for Ethan.” My voice comes out thick, almost unrecognizable.

She lifts her chin, her gaze unwavering. “I wore it for me. I wanted to feel desirable. That doesn’t mean he was going to see it. I didn’t expectanyoneto see it tonight. Least of all you.”

Her defiance just makes me harder. I’m well aware that she was only out with another man because I told her what we had couldn’t continue. That’s a mistake I plan to rectify.

I dip my head, gently biting one tight nipple where it juts against the lace before sucking it deep and hard, causing her to gasp and arch her back. I repeat the action with her other nipple, then alternate between them, sucking and nipping until she’s writhing against me.

When she’s a panting mess, I lift her and set her on my desk, then drop to my knees between her legs. Her dress is bunched around her hips, and she’s still wearing her panties and her heels.

I push her thighs apart, immediately finding the faint purplish mark I left. The sight of it against her creamy skin sends a surge of satisfaction through me. As does the wet spot in the center of the satin strip between her legs.

“You’re so damn ready. Look at you, soaking your panties for me.”

Her eyes are almost all black as she peers down at me. “M-maybe I just really l-like seeing you on your knees.”

My chest heats and a laugh rumbles out of me. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll be on yours next.” I rub my thumb over the evidence of her arousal, then slide it up to her clit and massage it gently.

Head thrown back, she moans. “Roman, please.”

Not finished playing with her, I press my face to her pussy and suck on her through the wet material. Her taste explodes in my mouth, and with a groan, I suck harder. When I push my tongue, and the thin layer of satin separating us, inside her, she gasps, her hips jerking at the sensation.

Much more quickly than I planned, my patience runs out, and suddenly, I’m desperate to remove all barriers between us.

With a twist of my fingers, I snap the thin strip of lace on one hip, then the other. Then I tug her ruined panties away from her and drop them on the floor.

“This was a set.” Her protest is half-hearted.

I chuckle. “I’ll buy you a set in every color.” I’m more than happy for her to throw out the one she wore on a date with another man. Before she can protest my words, I direct her. “Put your feet on the edge.”

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