Chapter 14
Serayah
King and the security detail had just picked me up at a coffee shop after I snuck out to meet a friend and embarrassingly brought me back to the apartment.
I wanted to throw something at him. The kitchen towel in my hand, the soap on the sink.
I wanted to throw myself at him. I needed him.
I wanted to climb him and sit where we would be connected like we were that night in the club.
Where he couldn’t ignore what was happening between us.
But I didn’t. “King! You’re maddening! Are you jealous? ”
“I shouldn’t be. You’re not mine.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “It was just coffee. You acted like a furious ape coming in there and picking me up.”
“You didn’t tell anyone you were leaving. You just snuck off. So, how else should I have approached the situation?” He folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. I had sneaked out the window when King was finally asleep.
He had stayed up all night and morning working on his report and waited for the front door to be repaired.
When I went down the stairs on the side of the building, Mack was there, standing guard, eating a protein bar.
I looked at him and said, “Don’t mess with me today, Mack.
I’m not in the mood.” He held his hands up, still chewing a mouthful of protein bar and watched me take off. I’m sure he told King.
I was on my way to join a guy for coffee that I had met while I was on my book tour.
After I had spent the day signing books, a group of us authors went to a local bar for a drink.
His name was Joshua and he asked if we could exchange numbers.
After I said yes, he said that he would look me up if he were ever in Cupid City.
Well, Joshua was in Cupid City, and I needed an escape from the crazy that had become my life.
I met him at the Conservatory of Glass & Roses.
It’s a part of The Gilded Hart Hotel and full of orchids all around.
Joshua had suggested it, and I thought it would be a nice place to walk around.
After Mack had told King I had left, it didn’t take King long to march into the Conservatory, pick me up, throw me over his shoulder, and walk out. Chase was left to interrogate Joshua.
Finally, I said to King, “King Wilder… you’re jealous.”
He waved his hand at me as he walked away, saying, “I think you like torturing me, Ms. Flores. I’m going to take a shower.”
Mumbling under my breath, I mocked him, “Ms. Flores this, Ms. Flores that.” I rolled my eyes and went back to stress-cleaning the kitchen.
After I finished, I texted Joshua, profusely apologizing and explaining that I had a stalker who had recently been arrested for breaking into my apartment, and the guys were my security. He understood and wished me the best.
The water shut off in the bathroom, telling me that King was done with his shower. I grabbed water from the refrigerator and turned around. King was standing there in a towel.
I said, “Um…” All words had left me. What were words? There was a fucking man, chiseled like a Greek god standing in front of me, wearing nothing but a towel. My mind went wild because I knew what he was working with under that towel. I knew, and I wanted more.
He looked embarrassed. “Sorry, I realized I had set my phone down on the island here…and wanted to grab it before I got dressed. I shouldn’t have left it sitting here.” He walked toward the kitchen island and grabbed his phone.
I wondered if he was seducible, so I set the water bottle down on the counter and walked past him, intentionally rubbing up against him.
“Serayah…,” he groaned.
I stopped and turned around. “Oh! I’m Serayah now? What’s wrong?”
Those whiskey brown eyes settled on me, sharp, dangerous, looking at me like he was a predator and I was his prey. Like they were trying to hold back from consuming me. I had him right where I wanted him.
Finally, he said, “You know what you’re doing. We can’t do this. We can’t be together. You’re my client.” He almost sounded convinced.
I walked up to him and turned around, leaning into him and pressing my ass against his cock through the towel, and said, “So what? I have a job for you.”
“Serayah, there are rules for a reason.”
“Are there?” I turned around to face him. He was looking down at me as I stood painfully close to him without touching him. “You’ve never fucked a client before?”
“No.”
“But you’ve already fucked me.” I ran my hand along the top of his towel.
“That was different, and you know it. I didn’t know you then. I didn’t know that I would be tasked to protect you.”
“No, you didn’t, but you did when you finger-fucked me in the backseat of a limo. I have another job for you, Muscles.”
“What kind of job?” he asked in a dark voice.
“I need you to make me feel good. Take away all the stress that’s been piling on for the past few weeks.
Make me forget it all. Can you do that?” I brought my hand up to his chest, still wet from his shower.
I was leaning against him and felt a kick from under the towel.
He was mine. “Only you can fix it. Please…”
“Fuck, Serayah. If we do this, there’s no going back.” He brought his left hand to my face and pulled me in close with his right hand on my hip. “Chase is outside.”
I whispered, “I’ll be quiet. I like the challenge.”
He whispered back, “We shouldn’t do this. There are so many fucking rules.” There was a pause between us before I got on my tiptoes and brought my lips close to his mouth as he said, “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Then we’ll be ruined together, King.”
Something went off inside of him. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me by my ass. My legs wrapped around him. His hand went into my hair and pulled me in to kiss me like I’d never been kissed before. A kiss that said, mine.
He carried me to the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. My clothes practically fell off, and I was back in bed, waiting for him with a condom from the drawer. “You’re so beautiful,” he said as he dropped the towel to the floor.
“Fuck…” was all I could manage as I watched him get in bed with his impressively large cock bouncing around in front of me.
He said, “I’ve thought about you every night since that night in the club.”
“You have?”
He nodded and smiled. His smile made me blush. It made me hot. “Thoughts of this big ass bouncing on my dick.”
I leaned up to kiss him and grabbed his cock, stroking him as he leaned over me. I rolled the condom down his length and said, “Make me yours, King.”
“You gotta be quiet, baby. If they hear, I’ll be in deep shit.
Can you be quiet while I sink my cock into you?
” The little moan I let out made him smile as he kissed me.
“Lie back.” He kissed the inside of each of my thighs as he slowly pushed them open.
I was his for the taking. “That’s right, baby. Relax, so I can get inside.”
“Now…”
With a chuckle, King reached between us and said, “You’re so wet for me. Are you ready?” My mouth opened, but as I said yes, he pushed and sank his big, veiny cock into me.
Trying to be quiet, we let out a soft moan together as he throbbed inside me and rested for a moment.
He whispered in my ear, “Fuck. You feel so good. Just like I remember.” Pumping slowly at first, he picked up his pace when I was ready.
I let out a louder moan, so he covered my mouth.
“Fuck, Serayah. Moaning like that is gonna make me come.”
He kept his hand over my mouth as he fucked me.
I gripped the sheets for dear life as he worked my pussy out.
I knew I had to be quiet, but the feeling of him, thick, long, and filling every inch of me, was too much.
I was reaching the point of no return, so I grabbed his hand and moved it away, raising my lips to his ear to whisper, “Fuck me harder, King.”
He groaned as his rock-hard cock pounded into me. “Like this, baby?”
I lost control and whispered, “King…I’m coming…” My entire body tensed up. I came so hard, my toes clenched and my heels dug into his ass. Flashbacks of our night together in the club played in my mind, but not even that night could compare.
King was throbbing harder as he said, “Fuck, I’m coming…
.” He pinned my hands above my head as he slammed into me.
My body twitched inside as I clenched his cock with my pussy and squeezed him with my thighs, milking him empty.
I felt the final pump and the last throb.
We kissed deeply before he rested his head on my chest and laid there with me in a sweaty embrace.
The man knew how to fuck.