Page 48 of Royally Lucky

His dick pressed in and out, and then he held inside her. She felt every twitch and pulse as he came, flooding her with his essence. When he finished, he rolled them to the side.

“Damn, I wasn’t prepared for that. You surprised the fuck out of me, baby girl.” Kendrick leaned over Sutton’s body.

She exhaled a shaky breath, unable to believe she’d come by him touching her butthole. How freaking embarrassing.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she mumbled.

“Hold that thought.” He slid out of her and got up, entering the ensuite bathroom. She listened to him wash his hands and then felt the bed dip as he returned.

“Now, where were we?”

KENDRICK ROLLED SUTTONonto her back, chuckling as she kept her eyes closed. “Do you think I can't see you if you keep your eyes closed?”

“It works for little kids,” she muttered.

He ran his hand down her chest, stopping at her belly button. Her abdominal muscles flexed.

“Hmm, I’m pretty sure what we just did isn’t legal for little kids, Passerotta. Come on, open your eyes. Have I told you how much I love your brown eyes?” He brushed his thumbs over the arches of both her brows.

She blinked and stared up at him. “My eyes are like mud. Yours are like chips of emeralds.”

“I can see paying you compliments is going to kill me. Baby girl, your eyes are beautiful. Of course, everything about you is beautiful and unique to me. I especially love your pussy and ass.Oh and that mouth. I love it when you sass me. I think you’ll look amazing with all your holes filled with my come.” He winked.

“You’re such a dirty man. I can’t believe how much your words turn me on. If someone had asked me a week ago if I’d have enjoyed a man talking to me like you do, I’d have said hell no. I mean, honestly, I’d have never thought I’d like it.”

He tipped her chin up. “That’s because you hadn’t met the man meant for you.”

His cell phone vibrated on the nightstand beside him. He groaned, closing his eyes before pressing a kiss to her lips. “Give me a second.”

She rolled to her back and pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness.

Kendrick grabbed the phone and pressed the green button to answer before looking to see who was calling.

“You took things that belong to me. I want them back, or you won’t like what happens next.”

He sat up, gripping the phone tighter in his hand. “You took something that belonged to me. For that, you’re a dead man.”

The laugh on the other end of the line grated on his nerves. Confidence oozed from the other man’s voice, making Kendrick want to reach through the phone and wring the fucker’s neck.

“Ah, so the little lady doc was your whore. Hmm, that was a calculated move. Too bad I didn’t get to play with her more before you showed up. I do have something of yours you might want back, though. How are your brother and his new wife doing on their honeymoon, I wonder?”

The line went dead before Kendrick could answer or tell him to fuck off.

Kendrick pushed to his feet and went to the bag at the end of the bed, pulling out a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. Next, he grabbed some clean briefs and socks. He pulled the black briefs on, his mind on Jeter. They hadn’t called Jeter about theabduction of Sutton either time or had asked King to stay quiet. Shit.

“What’s going on? Who was that on the phone?” Sutton asked, standing naked on the other side of the room.

The fear and worry etched on her face pissed him off. Only ten minutes ago, he’d been buried inside her, making her cry out his name. Now, Frankie, the dead fuck shattered what should’ve been a bliss-filled day with his bullshit.

Laying the jeans and shirt down, he strode to where she stood. “I need to contact my brother. That was—Frankie. He said some cryptic shit that I need to verify with Keys and King. I don’t want to leave you here alone.”

“Give me ten minutes.”

Most women needed an hour to get ready. Kendrick let out a breath as he released her shoulders. “Go on, do what you need to do. I’m going to make a few calls and talk with Andre.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kendrick rode up to King’s house with Sutton behind the passenger seat and Andre driving. He swore it was like déjà vu all over again. Only this time, the president invited them to the main house, where he and his ole’ lady lived for breakfast, saying it was safest.

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