Page 88 of Guarded King

I’m gripped by a conviction so strong, all my muscles tense with the need to move. To forget rules and boundaries, forget the future of the King Group, and forget my father’s fucking legacy for just one night.

To savor something sweet and ephemeral in this city where no one knows me. Where no one knowsus.

One damn night to rid myself of this obsession.

Fuck it.

I throw back the rest of my drink and slam the glass down on the bar. Hanging on to a thread of civility, I turn to the woman. “Excusez-moi.”

Ignoring her disappointed expression, I stride away. In the elevator on the way up to my floor, need is like a living thing that twists and turns inside me.

As I approach Chloe’s door, there’s no doubting, no reconsidering. With more force than necessary, I knock, then grip each side of the doorframe as I wait.

The minute she opens it, eyes widening at the sight of me, I step forward, slide a hand into her hair, and tilt her head back.

“One night,” I growl. “One night when I’m not your boss, and you’re not my assistant. Can you do that?”

Her breaths spill from between her parted lips as she searches my face. She wants this, that I’m certain of, but she needs something else just as much. I do my best to gentle my tone. “Say no and I’ll walk away. Say no and nothing will change. Whatever you decide, you’re safe with me, sweetheart. Your job is safe.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and when they open again, her pupils are dark pools of desire. “One night.”

I shove my other hand into her hair and crash my mouth down on hers, backing her into the room as I do. She opens for me, her taste exploding on my tongue. So fucking sweet. As sweet as I imagined she’d be last night with sugar on her lips. In this moment, though, it’s not sugar, it’s all fucking her.

As she clutches at my shirt, I angle her head back to get better access to her mouth. Pressing her against the now closed door, I cage her against it and pin her wrists above her with one hand.

In response, she moans, arching up into me.

Dick throbbing, I rock into her—a promise of what’s to come.

“I’ve been imagining this moment for far too long.” I skate the fingers of my free hand down her neck and palm her breast, relishing the stiffness of her nipple as it pushes against the fabric of her top.

“I have too,” she breathes.

“Keep your hands up.” Without waiting for her to reply, knowing she’ll obey, I grasp both of her hips. As if reading my mind, she lifts one knee, and I clutch her thigh, wrapping her leg around me so I can grind against her.

“Oh god.” She bucks into me, her movements jerky with desire.

As I trail hot kisses down her neck, I release my grip on her leg so I can untie the bows holding the straps of her dress together. The fabric falls, catching at her waist and exposing her perfect breasts and berry pink nipples, diamond hard and begging for my mouth. Watching her face for her reaction, I palm them and revel in the way her lashes flutter shut. No longer able to resist, I dip my head and suck one between my lips.

“Roman.” She squirms, letting her head fall back against the door.

With my tongue sliding around one tight peak, I pinch the other. Then I swap, the sensation forcing a desperate whimper out of her.

In the next moment, I drop to my knees and tug her dress over her hips, leaving her in nothing but a pair of panties that are so wet they’re practically translucent.

The sight of the sheer material clinging to her pussy has a low sound rumbling up from deep within me. “So fucking pretty. I knew you would be.”

I press my thumb against her, slowly sliding it up until it bumps over her clit, making her hips jerk.

“Pull your panties aside.”

“Wh-what?” she chokes out, looking down at me with glazed eyes.

Head tipped back, I lock my jaw. “I want you to show me exactly how pretty you are.”

The delicate arches of her rib cage flare on a sharp inhale. Then, as the breath slowly trickles out of her, she drops her hands from above her head and pulls the damp material to the side.

My cock pulses, desperate for release. Set on savoring her, I grip the base and squeeze to relieve the pressure. But I need more of her. More of her body. More of her trust.

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