Page 68 of Kings & Corruption

“Sorry these aren’t softer,” he said, tearing off a sheet.

I wondered if he kept them up here for his sexual escapades, if I wasn’t the first girl he’d ever fingered or fucked in the projection room, then forced myself not to think about it. The thought made me want to rage, and I didn’t have the time to lecture myself about how ridiculous that was.

The only thing worse than letting Oscar finger me into oblivion was catching feelings for him. I could forgive the primitive needs of my body, but my mind knew better.

“May I?” he asked, holding up the piece of paper towel he’d ripped off the roll.

“I got it.” I took it from his hand and cleaned myself up. I was crashing back into reality hard, and what was the first thing on my mind? My sister and how this would complicate my work with the Kings to find her?

No, Rock Barone and how this would complicatethatsituation.

“Is there a…?” I looked around for a trash can.

“I got it.” Oscar took the paper towel from me, folded it neatly, and slipped it into his pocket.

I straightened my clothes and found him staring at me. “What?”

He grinned. “Just thinking about how good it’s going to feel to finally fuck you.”

“Why didn’t you then?”

He looked offended. “Because you’re not some mindless hookup, tiger. I thought you knew that.”

I didn’t like how the words made me feel, all warm and fuzzy.

He walked toward me and held my face in his hand, then came in for a hot, demanding kiss. I was already weak in the knees from Oscar’s magic fingers, but that kiss? That kiss just about finished the job. I was surprised I hadn’t melted onto the nasty-ass protection room floor.

“When I fuck you, it’s going to be someplace we can both enjoy it, someplace I can take my time, not up against a window at the fucking Orpheum,” he said, his voice raw and husky.

“What if I change my mind and don’t let you fuck me at all?” It suddenly felt important to remind him — to remind myself — that this wasn’t a done deal. I wasn’t going to ride off into the sunset with Oscar fucking Drago.

He stroked my lower lip with his thumb while he stared into my eyes. His gaze was mesmerizing, and I fought to stay coherent. “Is that what you want? To change your mind?”

“What about Rock?” I regretted the question as soon as I asked it — this wasn’t about Rock — but it was the thing that came out of my mouth while I was trying to avoid the other conversation I was trying not to have.

Oscar stepped away, and I have to admit, I hated it. I wanted him close again, preferably on top of me — or under me — while we were both naked. “What about him?”

I tried to formulate the words to explain my concern about Rock. I wasn’t committed to him. I wasn’t committed to anyone. I could do whatever I wanted and whoever I wanted.

But Rock had been nice to me, and there was a big part of me that was just as eager to be naked with Rock Barone as I was to be naked with Oscar.

I decided honesty was the best policy. Whenever possible anyway.

“I like him,” I said. “I don’t want him to think I went behind his back with one of his best friends.”

“No need to keep this a secret,” Oscar said. “We’re big boys, and you don’t have to worry about me asking you to marry me for at least a year.”

I rolled my eyes but he actually didn’t look like he was joking.

“And if I decided to… pursue things with Rock?” I asked.

“Go right ahead,” Oscar said. “I’ll be jealous as hell, but if I have to share you, I’d rather it be with Rock or Neo.”

I grimaced at the mention of Neo. “Ew. I’ll pass on Neo.”

Oscar laughed and reached for my hand. “Never say never, tiger. Come on, we’re going to be late.”

“Late? For what?”

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