Page 96 of Guarded King

In response to the memory, a shiver courses through me, and my nipples harden to points, straining against my shirt.

His focus lands on them, his nostrils flaring. “Seven hours that will only belong to us.”

My stomach flips at the gravel in his voice—at the implication of his words. Is he suggesting an extension to our agreement?

“I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. We can leave things the way we said we would. Or we can spend the next few hours doing the things we didn’t get a chance to do last night.”

My heart thrashes against my ribcage, even as an ache settles deep in my belly. The responsible thing to do would be to sit back down and tell him we should leave things the way they are. But just being in Roman’s proximity rips apart my sensible persona. And how could I not want to enjoy the moment rather than worry about the future?

Surely indulging in a few more orgasms won’t make things any worse?

He regards me, head back, legs spread, hands fisted on his thighs again. His knuckles are white, as if he’s restraining himself from touching me.

Tendrils of need tighten into a knot inside me. A few more hours to touch, to taste—to pretend…

Once again, I throw caution to the wind, and I give him my answer by dropping to my knees between his.

He groans. “Fuck, Chloe.”

“The flight attendant won’t come out, will she?”

He stabs a button on the arm of his chair. “We’re working out here, so no interruptions. I’ll call if I need you.”

Mostly reassured that I won’t be seen kneeling in front of my boss, I grasp the buckle of his belt.

He wraps his hands around mine, searching my face. “You don’t have to do this.”

I look up at him through my lashes. “I want to.”

His eyes sear into me, but he cradles my jaw, feathering his thumbs over my cheekbones with a tenderness that makes my eyes sting. “You want to know what I taste like when I come, sweetheart?”

The sting is replaced by a rush of desire throughout my entire body. I press my thighs together, my voice coming out breathy when I say, “It’s only fair.”

A muscle leaps in his jaw, and he unbuckles his belt. “Take me out.”

I reach, almost too eagerly, for his zipper and undo it. He lifts his hips so I can pull the tops of his pants and his boxer briefs down.

He’s already mouthwateringly hard. And when he grips himself and strokes upward, a pearlescent bead of pre-cum forms at the head, then trickles down the underside of his shaft. It’s incredibly erotic, watching him, this man who is usually soreserved, so in control, sit here fully dressed in his tailored suit with his beautiful dick in his hand.

“Unbutton your blouse.” His gritty tone sends sparks shooting up my spine.

Obediently, I work the buttons free with shaky fingers, then let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor behind me, leaving me in my skirt and white satin bra. Each breath I take causes my hard, sensitive nipples to rub against the fabric, sending a little shiver through me.

His irises turn stormy as he drinks me in. “Fucking gorgeous.” With his free hand, he drags both cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts.

He rolls one peak, then the other, between his fingers, teasing them until they’re tight and achy. Then he slips the pad of his thumb between my teeth and tugs my jaw open.

Angling his cock toward me, he pauses. “Is this what you want?”

Casting my eyes up to his, I nod. The move is small, considering he’s holding my mouth open.

His expression, eyes half-lidded, arousal heavy in his glittering stare, is seared into my memory, where it will stay for eternity.

Need burns low in my belly as he feeds his thick crown between my lips, and when he lets me go, I hum around his shaft and sink down as far as I can.

Hips jerking, Roman hisses between his teeth and buries his hands in my hair, holding me still as he breathes heavily through his nose. “So beautiful with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

After a moment, he relaxes his grip, still cupping my head, but not hard enough to restrict my movement.

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