Page 15 of Dark King (Advantage Play 2)

“Truth. What’s rule number two?”

“Always be aware of your surroundings.”

He grabs the knife still sitting behind me and moves it a couple of feet away before picking me up and setting me on the counter. I grab onto his shoulders to keep myself balanced as a breath of laughter escapes me.

“Number three?” he probes.

“If something feels fishy, it probably is. Trust your instincts.”

His gaze drops to my mouth.

“And what are your instincts telling you right now?”

Sliding his hands to my lower back, he drops them to my butt and pulls me closer until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist or drop to the floor.

“Rule number five,” I whisper, ignoring his question. “Be a machine. Don’t allow distractions. They’ll only break you.”

“Am I a distraction?”

With a smile, I murmur, “Only the best kind.”

He leans closer and nuzzles into my neck. The friction makes me sigh, and I tilt my head up to give him better access.

“Rule number six: Don’t get personal,” I continue as the buzz from his kiss sends tingles racing down my spine.

“This feels pretty personal to me, Ace.”

With my heart pounding in my chest, I chuckle at the ludicrousness of the situation. Yeah. I’d say this is pretty personal to me too.

“Any more rules I should know about?” he breathes, the words tickling my sensitive skin.

“Rule number seven: Never leave something of value out in the open.”

He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. “Good point. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

My laughter follows us down the hall until we reach his destination. With a slam of the door, my feet are on the ground, then his hands are on me and roaming every inch of skin on display. Clearly unsatisfied with the lack of accessibility, he grabs the hem of my shirt and tugs it over my head.

“You skipped rule number four,” he notes.

“Never say never.”

This one makes him pause, his gaze zeroing in on my mouth.

“Truth,” he murmurs. My dark hair cascades around my shoulders before his hands are tangling into my locks and holding me in place. With a growl, his tongue dips into my mouth, and a soft moan escapes me from the unexpected intrusion. There’s no messing around with Kingston. He takes what he wants. And his kisses prove exactly that. When he’s satisfied I won’t move, his calloused hands glide down my back before unhooking my bra. Breasts free, he tosses the flimsy black material to the ground at my feet before cupping my breasts and squeezing. My head drops down to see his rough palms touching me so intimately.

Shit, that’s hot.

With a wicked grin, he nudges my head with his, and I look up to see his eyes glowing with mirth.

“You like that, Ace?”

“You know I do,” I counter, both annoyed and embarrassed at his blunt assessment.

“Let me show you what else you’ll like.”

His touch skims down my bare stomach before he unbuttons my jeans and grabs my ass, lifting me with ease until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his taut waist. My arms follow suit as I use his shoulders to balance myself. Eyes narrowing as I assess my bare skin against his clothed torso, I decide he’s wearing way too many clothes right now, and I fumble with the buttons on his pristine white dress shirt.

“Anxious, Wild Card?” He smirks when he sees my struggle.

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