Page 65 of My Wicked Princess (Club Wicked LA 1)

“No,” he murmured as he looked down at my pussy and wiped his seed off my skin. “We’re not going to a refrigerator, and I think the staff would try to kill the management if they made them wear a ‘sexy penguin’ uniform.”

“Good point.” My voice was more than a little breathy because his magical hand was between my legs again.

I gave a little shiver as he cleaned the folds of my sex, his scent filling my nose and making me reach out and touch him. I ran my hands up and down the muscles of his arms, pausing to touch the thick leather bands around his biceps. With his mask on, he was one hundred percent something out of my darkest fantasies, and I could not wait to have him back inside of me. It was like he was turning me into a nymphomaniac, constantly wanting him. Leaning forward, I licked a wet line from his chest to his collarbone, humming at the faint taste of his sweat.

“Baby girl,” Tyler groaned, tearing away from me and moving over to the sink to clean himself. “Behave or we’ll never leave.”

Feeling brazen, and more than a little sex drunk, I kept my legs spread as I slowly leaned back, my sex opening beneath his intense gaze. “I don’t mind staying here.”

“Temptress,” he growled as he rinsed the cloth off and put his still hard cock back into his leather pants. “You’re staying here tonight with me, all night, and I have extensive plans for you. Now, sit up like a good girl and stop flashing Daddy that greedy little pussy. I promise, by the end of the night, you’ll have had your fill.”

I gave him a sassy look, but did as he asked, even crossing my ankles and sitting up straight. “Yes, Daddy.”

His expression suddenly grew soft as he studied me, and a different kind of butterflies filled my belly. The dangerous kind, the ones that signaled I was falling in love. If I was reading his look right, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. A cold ball of unease hit my chest, and I swallowed hard as my brain shouted that we were moving too fast, that everything was going too fast, and I was going to get hurt. That I had to be careful. My rational mind tried to argue back that I was overreacting, but a harsh prickle of sweat broke out over my skin.

“Since I plan on fucking you senseless tonight…” He grinned as I tried to fight my inner demons. “I wanted to give you something before I do.”

Curiosity helped me push away the bad feelings clawing at me, so I smiled, “What is it?”

“One sec,” he darted into the other room, then came back with a key and a piece of paper. “I want you to have this.”

“What is it?”

“A key to my house,” he said then got an odd look on his face as he touched his ear and barked. “What? I told you not to disturb me.” I could almost feel the wave of his mood changing from angry to worried, every muscle in his body going still before he said, “Greg? Yeah, shit…that’s not good. I’m on the way. I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

“Tyler?” I whispered, worry battling with my growing need to flee. “What’s going on?”

“One of my guards, Greg, just had a heart attack in the employee lounge. I need to go to the hospital with him. I’m so sorry, but he’s a good friend of mine and—”

“No,” I said quickly, “It’s okay. You go. I’ll wait here.”

“No, I don’t know how long I’ll be, and I don’t want you trapped here,” he said right away, “Take your key to my house and stay there. In fact, pack a bag and bring your work. The paper has the instructions for how to disarm the system and your code. Mi casa es su casa.”

“Umm, okay,” I said as he placed the key and paper in my hands. “I have my own code?”

Tyler was no longer paying attention to me, pressing his ear as he talked to someone about contacting the wife and other things that I couldn’t hear. Not that I was really listening. All I could do was focus on the key in my hand, remembering how my ex had me moved in with him so quickly after we met. Heck, he told me he loved me and that we were destined to be together on our second date. I tried to not compare my ex and Tyler, I tried to rationalize how different Tyler and my ex were, but my growing panic didn’t care.

I was still sitting in his bathroom, my butt now completely frozen and my breathing a little fast, when Tyler came back in wearing a pair of slacks and a gray button-down shirt that made his blue eyes more silvery than usual. His expression was distracted, and I managed to gather myself enough to put my personal issues aside for a moment. His friend was in trouble, and Tyler was obviously deeply worried. I could have my meltdown after he left.

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