The King (Gentlemen Rogues 2)

He stalked toward me. “I know that look."

"No."

He frowned. “But I missed you."

“You have to stop looking at me the way that you look at me."

“Do you really want me to stop?"

I swallowed hard. “You need to stop. How's that?"

"Still not an answer."

"Lock, we can't."

“I know. I know we fucking can't. Except I can't go another day and not taste you. Sorry. You're going to have to stop me."

I pleaded with him. "Lock."

He stepped toward me. “You know how to stop me, just say the words. Tell me, 'Stop, Lock, I don't want you to touch me.'"

"That's hardly fair."

"Who said anything about fair?" he chuckled. "I crave you. Do you understand? I can't think. I can't breathe. I can't fucking sleep. God, do you know how many times I have jacked off to dreams of you?"

I swallowed hard then backed up, hitting a ridge with my ass. "Lock, this makes it so much harder. I can feel you watching me all the time."

“I can feel you watching me."

"Oh right, so this is my fault?" I countered.

"Well, yes. I need you."

"Lock, we can't."

"Fuck the rules," he said as he closed the space between us. "Tell me to stop. Use your words, Saff. Tell me you don't want me."

I swallowed hard, backing up ever so slightly. "That's not fair."

"That's what I thought." His lips crashed down on mine, hard and unyielding. He backed me up against the wall, and I shivered with need.

Jesus fucking Christ. It felt good. So good. Always so fucking good.

He ran his nose along my neck. “Do you know how many times I have thought about this scent and what to do about it? I need more of it all over my fucking room. The moment I went home, I could smell you. It's almost as familiar to me as your cunt."

"Lock, you can't say that to me."

"Why not? I want you. And I know what the rules say. You don't have to tell me." His big body crowded me against the wall. And then his hands slid around my waist and scooped down to my ass, lifting me. And then, bracing me against the wall, he said, "Tell me no, Saff, and I’ll walk away. Tell me you don't want me."

But he knew I couldn't say that, and all I could do was moan his name. “Lock…”

"Say no. It’s just one little word."

Then his lips trailed where his nose had been, and the only word I was able to whisper was, “Yes.”

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Lachlan