Page 28 of Royally Lucky

By the time they finished the dishes and cleaned the kitchen back to pristine condition, Sutton’s panties were damp, and dammit, she knew her cheeks were flushed. There would be no hiding her arousal from him. Hell, at this point, he’d think she was a nymphomaniac.

Chapter Thirteen

“I, ah, need to use the ladies' room,” she mumbled, getting up from the chair before she could make a total fool of herself.

Kendrick turned around with a hand towel in his hand. With the casualness of a man who’d done the chore many times, he slung it over his shoulder and frowned.

“Is everything okay? Are you feeling sick?” He moved around the counter faster than she’d thought possible for such a big man.

“No. I mean, yes. I’m fine. I just hate all this uncertainty—”She waved toward the other room, hoping he’d understand without making her say the words.

He placed his hand on her forehead, worry making his brow furrow. “If you’re sure. Doc said you could have some residual illness from the shit they gave you.”

She glanced behind Kendrick, surprised to see Andre had disappeared from the kitchen. “I’m good. My stomach is pleasantly full. If I didn’t know that they’d drugged me and...and kidnapped me, I—I wouldn’t even know. God, does that make me fucked up?” Sutton swallowed and closed her eyes. Images of the men boxing her in on the side of the road made her heart race. She jumped when he touched her.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Kendrick pulled her against his chest.

A tiny sob escaped her. Oh god, she didn’t mean to do that. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against his broad chest.

As he tried to put a little space between them, she wrapped her arms around his waist, holding on as if he were her lifeline in a storm. He pulled her in closer, tucking her head beneath his chin.

How long they stood locked in one another’s arms, she didn’t know. Her heart beat against his while he rocked them side-to-side as if he had all the time in the world.

“I’ve soaked your shirt.” Sutton didn’t raise her face from the wetness she’d created.

“Baby girl, if you haven’t realized it yet, I enjoy getting your wetness on me.”

His dirty words made her snort. “I’ll pay to have it dry cleaned.”

His chest vibrated when he growled. “You’re racking up them spankings, Passerotta. I sure hope you know I plan to make good on my promise of turning your ass red.”

Her lip quivered, and her eyes burned, but his words, god, his words made her want things she’d never thought were things a good girl should.

“Will you kiss me all better afterward?” she asked.

“Mmm, do you think you’ll deserve my kisses after being bad?” His right hand roamed down her back, slipping beneath her ass and lifting. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She lifted her face at last, seeing his tortured expression while he moved them through the house. Kendrick held her firmly as he spoke, his voice a deep, rough rumble. “You tell me if I’m too much or anything I do scares you.”

Sutton’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as he carried her, and with each stride his cock hit her clit.

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say there’s almost zero chance you could scare me. Mind you, I’ve seen you naked and had that monster cock inside me, so I’m fully aware you are not the average size man.”

He covered her mouth with his, letting out a moan when their tongues tangled. “You have such a filthy little mouth, baby girl.”

After he tossed her onto the bed, there was no more need for words. He stripped her clothes and ripped his shirt off as if he hated the material that separated them. His mouth worshipped her breasts, then moved down her body. She shook as his head nestled between her thighs.

“Kendrick, please.”

“Ssh, I’m making sure you’re okay.” His eyes met her stare.

Sutton could feel wetness coating her inner thighs. He kissed and licked, humming and making the same sounds he’d made while eating breakfast. She fisted her hands in the comforter, trying to keep her hips still.

“You’re a greedy little thing. Want me to be somewhere specific?” He grinned up at her.

“I swear you’re a pussy tease.”

He slapped her on top of her mound, making her cry out. “What the fuck?”

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