Page 35 of Endangering the King

Okay, all of me never wanted to wake up.

And so, because of what would probably be the last dance I’d ever have with my lumberjack—I felt like telling him the truth.

Because I was thankful for having met him.

Grateful for the time we’d shared.

And the love we’d made.

And I wouldn’t be able to say a proper goodbye.

So, this would be a parting gift for him to remember me by.

“I thought about marrying you the instant I looked out my window and saw you standing there.”

Carlo’s face changed again.

This time, it turned hungry.

Like he wanted to devour me.

No.

Like he had to devour me.

“Christ, woman,” he growled so low and so deep—I felt it right between my legs. “Now I have to take you out to the limo and fuck you until you scream.”

That made me clench too tightly—I nearly came right here on the dance floor.

Carlo grabbed my hand and pulled me to the side.

Then through the massive groups of people.

Some tried to flag him down to talk. But Carlo wasn’t having it. He gave them a look and said, “Later,” as we weaved around the foyer.

Thankfully, he slowed down when we were outside. He helped me—and my dress—down the long steps.

Our limo was right there, and he helped me into the back. He removed his jacket before he followed me in.

He tossed it onto the other seats and knocked on the window that separated the front and the back. Then he told the driver in Italian not to stop driving until he was told.

As soon as the window was up, his eyes shot directly to mine. “Turn,” he ordered, his hands on my shoulders, moving me to face the other direction. I felt his fingers on the zipper of my dress, and he pulled it down, letting his finger touch my back as he went.

The front of my dress went slack and fell away. Then Carlo helped me shimmy out of the rest of it. And that didn’t take long.

“On your knees, Giselle.” His voice was so rough I could feel it against my skin. I slipped down to the floor and waited for further instructions. Even though I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted.

He stared down at me. “Take my cock out.”

Yep.

Good guess.

I slithered between his legs, and my fingers found the button and zipper on his pants. I undid both—and pulled out his huge length.

“Suck on me, Giselle. Wrap those plump lips around my hard cock.” His hand landed on the back of my head, and he pulled me forward. I did what he asked and lowered my mouth onto the tip of his angry cock. He groaned and let his head fall back, “Yes, Giselle.” He sighed, as his chest started moving up and down faster now. “Suck my cock the way I love it.”

My hand joined in, and I stroked him in time with my mouth.

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