Page 88 of King of Praise
She sits up to face me fully, those remarkable green eyes steady on mine. “You mean because of your work with Zeke? The less-than-legal aspects?”
Sometimes I forget how perceptive she is. “Among other things. I’m not exactly the kind of business partner that looks good on paper.”
“I don’t care about paper,” she says firmly. “I care about you.”
The declaration hits me hard. She’s choosing me—not for what I could provide or protect, but for who I am. Even with all my darkness, all my complications, she wantsme.
“Besides,” she continues with a teasing smile, “every business needs security, right? Who better than someone who actually understands both sides of the law?”
A startled laugh escapes me. “Is that what I’d be? Security?”
“Among other things.” She mirrors my earlier words, but her tone is warm and makes my chest constrict. “Partner. Advisor. Whatever we need to make it work.”
The possibilities unfold in my mind—a legitimate business we could build together, combining her creativity with my protection and business acumen. A future that extends beyond our current crisis. A partnership founded on mutual choice, not necessity.
Before I can fully process our conversation, Naomi tosses her notebook onto the bedside table.
“We can worry about business plans later,” she says, her voice taking on a sultry tone that sends heat straight to my groin. “You look exhausted.”
She shifts gracefully, moving to straddle my thighs. The simple cotton sleep shorts she wears ride up, exposing more of her creamy skin. My hands automatically find her hips, steadying her as she settles against me.
“Let me take care of you,” she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against mine. The gentle contact ignites my desire for her.
I let her lead the kiss, enjoying her exploration. Her tongue traces my bottom lip before slipping inside to tangle with mine. One of her hands cups my jaw while the other slides into my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp in a way that makes me groan.
The sound seems to flip a switch in both of us. The kiss turns hungry, desperate. My hands tighten on her hips as she rocks against my rapidly hardening cock. The friction, even through our clothes, sends sparks of pleasure through my system.
“Fuck, lovely.” I moan against her mouth. Her fingers tug at my hair, the slight pain only heightening my arousal.
I slide my hands up her sides, beneath the loose T-shirt she wears—my shirt. The thrill of seeing her in my clothes never gets old. Her skin is silk-soft under my rough palms. No bra. Just miles of warm, willing woman grinding against me like she can’t get enough.
“I need to be inside you.” My hands tighten on her hips. Her grinding against me drives me crazy. “Now.”
Naomi smiles—that sweet, seductive smile that never fails to make my cock throb. Her small hand slides between our bodies, nimble fingers working my belt open. The metallic clink of the buckle seems loud in the quiet cabin.
When she gets my pants undone and wraps her fingers around my cock, I can’t hold back the groan that escapes me. My head falls back against the headboard as she gives me a gentle squeeze. Her touch feels incredible. Those delicate hands that can create such beautiful, delicious pastries now wrapped around my cock with perfect pressure.
I slip my hand between her legs, pushing her sleep shorts aside. My fingers find her already wet and swollen for me. The knowledge that she wants this, wants me, as badly as I want her fills me with emotion.
“Put that sweet pussy on my cock,” I command, my voice harsh with need. “Show me how much you want it.”
The words make her shiver, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of green remains. She loves it when I talk to her like this. Her submission is a gift, one I’ll never take for granted.
I watch with hungry eyes as Naomi rises up on her knees, her small hand still wrapped around my cock. The anticipation makes my breath catch as she lines me up with her entrance. When she slowly sinks down, taking me inch by inch into her tight heat, I groan.
Watching my thick cock disappear into her perfect pussy never gets old. The sight of her stretched around me, accepting all of me, makes something almost feral roar to life in my chest.
“That’s it, beautiful girl,” I praise as she takes me to the hilt. “So perfect for me. Look how well you fit on my cock.”
A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks at my words, but her eyes stay locked on mine as she starts to move. She sets a slow, torturous pace and my hands tighten on her hips. She moves up and down, grinding against me on each downstroke in a way that makes her gasp.
The violence of the night fades with each roll of her hips. Here, buried deep inside her willing body, I find peace. Hersoft moans from my whispered praise wash away the darkness, replacing it with something pure and good.
“You feel so good around me, lovely,” I tell her, meaning every word. “So wet and tight. Made for my cock.”
She whimpers, her inner muscles clenching around me as I strip the T-shirt over her head. Her pace increases, those perfect tits bouncing with each movement. I can’t resist leaning forward to capture one peaked nipple in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.
The sound goes straight to my cock, making me throb inside her. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her breast as she continues to ride me.
