Page 72 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
That’s when I notice she’s been rubbing her pussy and made herself come at the same time.
Jesus.
Reaching for—
“Mase?”
“Huh?”I turn and stare at the two dark-navy jackets Colt is holding up.
“Which one do you like?”
I clear my throat, “I’m feeling the Armani.”
He frowns.
Oh, shit.This is Armani.I knew that.
God, this woman fucks with my mind and she’s not even here.Not to mention my body.My cock is thickening, and she’s not even here.
Thank god, I didn’t wear my tight pants.
“I’m here, I’m here!Sorry I’m late.”Lexi’s honeyed voice fills the store.
We all turn, and my eyes immediately lock on her long bare legs as she pulls off her coat.
Fucking hell.
She’s wearing a short—and I mean short—cream dress that fits like a glove, made of some sort of knit.The urge to stride over to her and wrap that coat back around her and march her straight...to my bedroom...is almost overpowering.
Instead, I clench my teeth and swallow.
“I was across town, and the traffic was terrible.”She continues.
Across town?
Why?
“Where were you?”I ask, and everyone glances at me.
Lexi’s smile starts to vanish, but she quickly catches herself.
“At a friend’s house in SoHo,” she replies, walking over to me, kissing me on the cheek and then greets the others in similar fashion.
As if I’m just some dude she used to know.
My skin burns where her lips touched, and her jasmine and spice scent lingers.
Also...SoHo?Hardlyacross town.
What took her so long?Was she in a compromising situation?On a date?Coercing funds from another unsuspecting billionaire.
As she said, there are a lot of princes in this town.
Friend.Pfft.
“So, the wedding planner and Emily have briefed me,” she says to the Giorgio Armani manager.“Do you have the other navy suit that was discussed?”
It’s like nothing happened between us.
