Page 47 of Damaged King

Instead of getting back into bed, I sank into the desk chair and stretched out my legs.

“Are you going to wear that pilot’s uniform all night?’ she asked.

It was the first time since walking into the room I noticed what I’d been wearing. I hadn’t been able to think about anything else but her.

I focused on her as I sat up and took off my jacket.

“You can turn off the smolder, pretty boy. It’s not going to work.”

I held up the beer in her direction. “Pretty boy, huh?”

“Don’t blow up,” she said. “I’m sure women gas you up all the time. You don’t need my validation.”

No matter what she said, I was grinning ear-to-ear. “I’m stuck on the fact you think I’m pretty.” I called her out when her eyes headed toward heaven. “Ah, ah, ah.”

“Obnoxious doesn’t look good on you,” she said.

“It doesn’t? Because I swore you called me pretty.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

I took a long draw on my beer as she tilted the wine bottle back. We said nothing more until both our bottles were empty.

Then I got up. “For the record, I think you’re pretty too.”

I removed my tie and started with the button on my shirt as I sat on the bed. My back was to her, which was why I was caught unaware.

“Kiss me then.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I turned and cupped her cheeks, drawing her up to crush my lips to hers.

The buildup over the last several days exploded. Each of us tore at the other’s clothes like there was a stopwatch nearby.

Every touch felt like a new experience from the softness of her breasts under my palms. They were as full and heavy as I remembered. It wasn’t until I removed her shirt that I thought I would lose my shit. A lacy surprise awaited me.

“You come gift-wrapped,” I said, before laying her flat and savoring the moment, or maybe memorizing it.

If I didn’t get my shit together, things would be over sooner than either of us wanted, which would be a first for me.

“Are you sure?” I asked, giving her a last chance to stop this.

21

Jolie

This is such a bad idea,my brain warned. A memory of Cal tried to surface, but I let the wine that warmed my belly smother it.

“Yes,” I said, answering his question of consent.

Grant lifted up and crawled backward, leaving a trail of kisses down to my sweet spot.

His kiss on my clit, even through the lace, sent tingles all over me. I cursed the teddy for its barriers. The only reason I wore it was because I’d forgotten clean underwear. Once I’d put it on, it was too revealing to wear alone. I’d pulled on his t-shirt, but couldn’t walk out only wearing that. I’d taken the robe conveniently hanging behind the door and hidden what I was wearing beneath it.

Now I longed for it to be gone and was gifted that with his next word, “Sorry,” before the sound of tearing lace filled the room.

I would mourn the loss of the expensive garment another day. One when I could think beyond the wordyesI kept repeating over and over again. I could have sworn I’d torn through the sheets fisted in my hands as I came down from orgasm number one.

When Grant crawled back up my body and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, I wasn’t bothered by tasting myself on his tongue. I just wanted more, more than I’d ever had before.

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