Page 94 of Guarded King

“Oh my god.” Back bowed, she tangles her hands in my hair, sending a hot surge of lust through me.

With my mouth and fingers, I build her up again. The way she gasps and whimpers has me grinding my hips against the mattress to ease my aching cock. As desperate as I am to be balls deep in her, I won’t stop until I taste her orgasm again.

She’s panting now, so close to giving me what I want. A hot, wild sensation burns behind my ribs. A sudden desire to mark her, to give her a reminder of this night.

“I’m going to come.” Her voice is strained, desperate.

Giving in to the urge, I work her clit with my thumb, and as her release takes over, the moment her channel starts to flutter against my tongue, I turn my head, my lips skimming her inner thigh, a place where only she’ll see the evidence of what we’ve done.

And as I pinch her clit to push her over the edge, I suck hard on her tender skin. Marking her, claiming her. Even if only for one night.

She cries out my name as she comes, her hips jerking. I focus back on her center, my tongue taking over from my thumb so I can bury my fingers inside her, dragging out her climax, savoring the way her needy little pussy pulses so hard around me.

By the time her orgasm recedes, she’s a quivering mess, splayed out on the bed, breathless.

I take in the mark I made, and a sensation that almost feels like possessiveness sinks its claws deep.

I clench my eyes shut, unable to stop the thought that infiltrates my mind.

Crossing this line might be the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHLOE

Eyes still closed to the morning light, I stretch an arm out, palm flat, and find nothing but cool sheets.

I roll over and scan the room to make sure, but the stillness confirms what I already know—he’s not here.

I throw my arm over my eyes, memories of last night flashing through my head. His body moving over mine, his words, his touch, the way he felt inside me…

Heat flares over my skin and my nipples tighten, sensitive against the silky sheets.

Last night exceeded all my expectations. Though I haven’t had many sexual partners, I’ve had enough to know good sex from bad. And sex with Roman wasn’t just good. It was mind blowing.

On my side once more, I curl into a ball. How am I going to sit in the same office with him day after day and not imagine all the things he’s done to me and the way he made me feel?

I don’t have the first clue, but I have to. That was the agreement. And as hard as I’ve made things for myself, I can’t bring myself to regret last night.

Maybe I should. Maybe I should be chastising myself for being so reckless, especially when my decisions affect Dad aswell as me. But I trust Roman when he says he won’t let what happened between us affect my job.

I just have to make sure the same is true for me.

With a sigh, I get up and stretch, enjoying the almost pleasant soreness of my muscles. We don’t have to leave for another two hours, so I take my time luxuriating under the hot spray of the shower. As I soap myself up, my fingers brush over a sensitive spot on my inner thigh. I look down, my mind flashing back to the moment when Roman left his mark on me.

With a shiver, I trace my fingers over it again. What was going through his head when he did this to me?

I can’t dwell on that question. I need to put my professional mask back on and prove that I can move past last night and not make things weird. Even though I’m suddenly doubting my ability to do so.

After I’ve dried off, I order breakfast from room service and sit out on the balcony in the sun to eat delicious pastries and sip on my coffee.

It’s unbelievable still, that I’m here, in Paris, surrounded by so much history and beauty. It feels like a dream.

One I’ll have to wake up from all too soon.

When Roman’s knock finally comes, I’m packed and ready to go, even if I’m not ready to face him. My heart hammers as I carry my small suitcase to the door.

It throws in an extra beat, just for fun, when I tug on the door’s handle and see him standing there. He’s in a suit, of course. I’m not sure he wears anything else. But god he wears it well.

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