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I hate being taken care of, but for him, I can loosen the reins a little. “Yes.”
“Buen chico,” he growls, and fuck, it undoes me when he calls megood boy in Spanish. “You think you can come again for me?” He reaches around me and works me over while he fucks me on top of the table we ate dinner on. It doesn’t take long before he coaxes another orgasm from me, and I spill cum all over his hand at the same time he empties himself inside me. My thighs are still shaking when he slides out of me and pulls my pants back into place.
I sink down on the chair beside us and pant for breath. “Fuck.”
He crouches between my spread thighs and rests his hand on the side of my neck. It’s covered in olive oil and my cum, but I’m past caring. “You okay, babe? Did I go too rough? You need some pain meds?”
I shake my head. “No. It was…” I swallow down a knot of emotion. I feel so much of everything when I’m with him, and after years of conditioning myself to feel nothing at all, it’s going to take some getting used to. “It was amazing. I just need to stop my head from spinning, that’s all.”
His face lights up with a smile. “Oh.” He stands and gently kisses my forehead. “I’m going to run us a bath while you come back down to earth then.”
He walks away with a smug chuckle, and I manage to swat his ass on his way past me. What happened with my father is still there, lingering in my thoughts like a dark cloud, but I know it will pass. I finally stood up for myself and for the man I love, and nothing Kyngston Worthington III can do or say will ever hurt either of us again. Today is the start of the life I should have always had but was too afraid to fight for.
Chapter
Fifty-Three
MASON
“Are you sure you don’t have to work today?” King asks.
“I’m sure.” I toss a piece of popcorn into my mouth. “But that’s the third time you’ve asked. Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“No,” he huffs. “But I really am okay. You took all of yesterday off. There’s no reason for you to stay here with me again today. I can watch movies on my own if you have more important stuff to be doing.”
I roll on top of him and pin him to the mattress so our chests are pressed together. We only threw on boxers after we took a shower earlier and I insisted King go back to bed, per the doctor’s instructions that he rest up, especially since he did so poorly at it yesterday, albeit for good reason.
His detective friend has kept him updated. A warrant is likely to be issued today, and I want to be here with him when that happens, whatever the outcome. King insisted that if he’s forced to stay home, he should at least get to watch movies all day, and I could be working in my home office, but I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to spend time with him in bed. “Listen to me,King—nothing, and I mean nothing,is more important to me than you. Work can wait. Everything can fucking wait.”
He coasts a hand down my back, resting it above my ass. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to blow off work to look after me. I really don’t need looking after.”
“Did you hear a word I said?” I ask, and he bites down on his lip. So goddamn adorable, and now I want to do the opposite of letting him rest. “I’m notlooking after you. I have nowhere else I would rather be. However, if you would prefer to watch this godawfulRoad Houseremake alone, I will?—”
“I don’t.” He shakes his head. “I like you being here.”
“Then will you stop asking me if I have to work?”
He nods, and I roll off him before my dick gets so painfully hard I have to do something about it. I promised to let him rest, and that’s what I’m going to do. I focus on Jake Gyllenhaal’s abs, which almost make this movie worth watching. But King has shifted onto his side and is lazily trailing his fingers up and down my abs. I can feel the heat of his eyes raking over my body. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I was also supposed to be resting earlier this morning when you fucked me in the shower.”
I purse my lips to stop myself from grinning. “Exactly. Isn’t that enough activity for you for one day?”
He drapes his muscular thigh over my hip. “I’m not sure there’s ever enoughactivitywhere you’re concerned, Mase.”
I tip my head back and groan. “You’re killing me, Hotshot. I promised Dr. Lisa I would make sure you got plenty of bed rest for forty-eight hours.”
King shifts closer. “We are in bed.”
I throw my hands behind my head and stare at the TV, pretending this remake is suddenly the most fascinating movie in the history of modern cinema. “I’m not sure what you’re suggesting is restful in any way, mi amor.”
He trails his hot mouth along my bicep. “Talking to me in Spanish really isn’t helping matters.” His hand drifts lower and grazes my semi-hard cock. It’s safely encased in my boxer shorts, although I suspect not for much longer.
“Eres un diablo envuelto en el cuerpo de un dios, mi amor.”
He groans. “Again with the Spanish. What the hell did you just say?”
I flip over and turn my head to the side, resting my cheek on my forearms so I can watch him. “I said you are a devil wrapped up in the body of a god, my love.”
