Page 55 of Broken King

His hands slide down the soft material of my dress and drag it up to my hips before they cup my ass, dragging me against him and lifting me into the air. He walks us back to the leather sofa and sits us down with me on his lap.

“Cade...” Desperate for more, I untie the knot at the waist of my wrap dress, then revel in the groan that leaves his lips at the sight of my bigger breasts.

Breasts that are bigger than the last time he’d seen them.

Breasts that are barely contained in a sheer black lace bra.

I finally let my fingers run through his soft hair and pull him to me. A moan of ecstasy escapes my lips when his tongue licks around my nipple through my bra, sending shivers dancing across my heated skin.

My breath gets caught in my throat when his hands glide up my thighs. He draws his head back and pulls my face to his. “I like these, duchess.” Strong fingers play with the silk band at the top of my thigh-highs, making me so grateful I opted for this dress today and that I haven’t given up my addiction to beautiful lingerie just yet.

Cade licks a line up my neck, and my head spins, while his other hand slips under my panties and skims the lips of my pussy. “You want me to make you come?”

“God, yes.” My stomach quivers. “I need more.”

His tongue slides over my lips. Devouring. Then he pushes inside my mouth as he does the same with his finger. “Do you want to come on my cock or my hand?”

I throw my head back and close my eyes as I ride his hand.

“Eyes on me, duchess. Remember who’s making you feel good.”

My eyes snap open and lock on his.

Fuck. I shouldn’t like that command, but I do. I really do.

“Both,” I pant.

A wicked smile spreads across his lips right before he goes back to teasing my nipple. This time the cup of my lace bra is shoved roughly down. His teeth tug as his fingers rub the inner walls of my pussy and his thumb circles my clit. A fire erupts in my body, heating me from the inside as I finally find the orgasm I’ve been searching for since he left my house a week ago.

Cade swallows what would have been my screams with a searing kiss and continues to work me, knowing exactly what I need as I ride the wave of euphoria.

He’s always known.

When I can think again, my lips trail down his neck, and my hands, that had been anchored in his hair, go to the waistband of his sweats just as the phone on my desk rings.

I freeze for a moment before realizing we’re in my office and Cade’s not the only one in control. “Ignore it.” I’ll call whoever it is back later.

My hand continues its exploration, skimming over the velvety smooth erection straining against his boxer briefs, but I need more.

We need more.

I stand, and he reaches for me, but I back up just a step, then grip his waistband with both hands and pull at his sweats and boxers until he lifts his lap and I’m able to move them down his thighs. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since our night in Vegas. And you can’t get me more pregnant.” I let my panties fall to the floor and kick the scrap of black lace aside.

His hands are on my hips in an instant.

Lifting me back onto his lap.

“It’s only been you for me for a lot longer than that, Scarlet.”

My eyes snap back to his, and the honesty there scares me a little.

His warm palms slide up my sides, leaving goosebumps in their trail and pulling me back into the moment.

My knees dig into the soft leather on either side of his hips as I line my body up, ready to take him inside. When I lower myself onto his cock, our foreheads meet as we both hiss at the contact. “Saint.” God, I feel so full as my body stretches to accommodate him.

“I know, duchess.” His tongue licks into my mouth. “Me too.”

I slowly lift my body just enough to drop back down again without losing this contact.

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