Page 22 of Chasing Kings

He undid the top button of his jeans, then the next, and with each subsequent one she was greeted with more of his fine, muscular stomach and the trail of dark hair that was going to lead her down a path of no return. But as she saw more hair and more muscle, she realized she wasn’t seeing the band of any boxers.

“Are you…? You’re not wearing any underwear,” Sam squeaked. She’d been hoping that—much like strip poker—she’d have one last frontier of clothing to buffer her from his inevitable nudity. One last hand to play.

“I am not,” Ethan agreed.

“Oh my.” But still, she didn’t stop him. In fact, the voice in her head that had been shouting at her for decorum and propriety had gone silent at about the same moment he parted the fly of his jeans. She could see the base of his shaft teasing her with its presence.

It was one thing to see a man naked on television. Quite another to see the goods in person.

“Huhh,” she said, not sure if she meant to say hold on or some other exclamation. Unfortunately, only the rasping, unladylike noise came out.

Ethan smirked. “You okay, baby girl? Something stuck in your throat?”

“Not yet,” Sam replied, and again gasped in horror at her words. Who was this creature taking over her body? And where had naughty Sam been all her life?

Ethan, who was no stranger to dirty talk in all its forms, beamed at her, giving a lascivious wink that made her tremble. He pushed his pants down over his hips and then off, kicking his socks along with them. Then he stood before her in all his toned, tanned, naked glory, and Sam’s palms got damp.

He wasn’t fully hard, but even so his cock was intimidating in person. Her gaze veered to the orgy-sized bed, then back to his naked form, and she wasn’t sure if she should move towards the bed or him first. Her heart was racing and her mouth was dry. She licked her lips as Ethan followed her gaze to the bed.

“I don’t think you’re up to that one just yet,” he told her. “Besides, there’s no TV in here.”

“Why do we need a TV?” she asked, grateful her voice didn’t croak.

“We’re going to finish what you started yesterday.”

He strode towards her, confident and totally at ease with his nudity. Taking her hand in his, he led her away from the big bedroom and past the bathroom, into the smaller suite with the queen bed and the flat-screen TV. Modesty told her she shouldn’t want to watch porn with a man, especially not the man who starred in it, but at this point modesty was no longer in control. She felt vaguely embarrassed to be reminded of him busting her, but if he wasn’t bothered by it, why should she be? In fact, Ethan seemed turned on by the idea of her touching herself to his movies, so this might be…well, it might even be fun.

Ethan stopped her in front of the bed, backing her up until her thighs bumped the mattress. It was difficult for her to keep her attention on his face with so much glorious nudity to be distracted by, but somehow she managed.

“You’re a little overdressed for the occasion, Samantha.” The way he said her name sounded like a cross between a threat and a delicious promise. Either way she wanted him to follow through.

“Then do something about it.”

“My, my.” He stepped closer, his fingers finding the hem of her shirt. “You talk an awfully big game for someone who was adamant we not have sex.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied, playing dumb. “Why would I ever make such a silly rule?”

He lifted her shirt, and she yielded to him, letting the flimsy cotton fall away as his hands moved to the button on her jeans. Her breath hitched from the sudden warmth of his fingers against the delicate flesh of her abdomen, but she didn’t try to stop him.

Ethan tugged at her jeans until they were past her hips, and she wriggled free of her denim shackles, kicking her shoes off as he’d done earlier. She wasn’t into going commando, so she was still sporting her baby-blue bra and matching cotton boy shorts. All the same, she felt very, very naked in his presence.

He reached past her, his arm hairs grazing her hips and sending a gleeful shudder through her. With him so close, the coarse hair on his thighs was brushing against her smooth skin, tickling her in a delightful fashion. She resisted the urge to run her fingernails through that hair to tickle him back.

Once she touched him she’d never be able to stop, and she wanted to see what it was he had in mind.

“Lie down,” he instructed, giving her a gentle nudge to send her tumbling back onto the fluffy white duvet.

She moved to put her head at the pillows, but he clamped a hand down on her thigh and in a commanding voice told her, “No, just like this.” He kept her as she’d fallen, her legs half off the bed, and stepped between her knees.

He had the remote in his hand and turned on the TV, going straight to the Adults Only content. Instead of picking the same movie he’d caught her watching the previous night, he scrolled until he found a title that appealed to him. Wet Video Presents the Best of Kenne

dy Sweet. Resting one palm flat on her belly with the heel of his hand putting the faintest pressure on her sex, he continued to navigate the menu until the movie began.

A pretty girl, her dark hair artfully styled and big brown eyes made larger by fake lashes and lots of makeup, stared coyly into the camera, touching her breasts casually as if it were normal for a woman to play with her nipples while having a conversation.

“Have you been a bad girl?” a voice asked from off camera, and Sam recognized the rough tone of it immediately. It was the same voice that had just told her not to move.

Ethan tossed the remote aside and placed both hands on her inner thighs, spreading her legs open wider.

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