Page 93 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
“Maybe I will.Tonight, I’m making sure no other jerk harasses her, so stay if you want.Or go.But I’m seeing her home.”
Stupid Emily smiles.
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I’M BORED OUT of mybrain and tired as fuck by the time Lexi tosses her towel on the bar and slips out back.She returns with her jacket and handbag, then circles the bar and stops in front of me.
The others left hours ago.
“Come on,” she says like I’m a naughty puppy.
I shoot a text to my driver and grab my jacket, tugging it on.
“See ya, Sam,” Lexi calls out.
“Tell him you quit.”
“No,” she takes my arm, threading hers through, and that same warm glow fills my chest.
We step out into the cold night air, and I remove my arm and wrap it around her, leading her to the car.My driver opens it, and we both climb in.
Lexi collapses back against the soft while leather and lets out a moan.
My dick responds.
“My feet.They have never been so sore.”
“So quit.”
“Not all of us are billionaires, Mason.”She shoots me an annoyed look then closes her eyes.
“Statistically, that would be impossible.Of course you aren’t.”I man spread, just as grateful to be off that fucking bar stool.
“I’m not even going to respond to that.”She lifts her head as we start moving through the streets of Manhattan.“But now that we’re alone and I can chew your ass—”
“Is that a British term?”
“Maybe.Stop distracting me.”She frowns, her eyes roaming my face.I rub my unshaven face and watch her eyes dilate.
God, I want her.
I’ve never stopped wanting her.
“Fine.Go ahead, chew my ass.”
Then I’ll chew yours, and I have a feeling my idea of what that means is a lot different than hers.
“You have a dirty mind,”
“You didn’t complain before.”
Her brow lifts.“Before?You mean the three minutes that we—”
“I last longer than three minutes.”I shoot her a glare.
“But you didn’t.”
“Are you challenging me, Ms.Grant?”
