The Skull King (Skull 1)

Her eyes opened, and she took a deep breath, like she was waking up to a beautiful morning. That serenity disappeared quickly when she remembered where she was.

“You only dozed off for thirty minutes.”

She immediately relaxed.

“But you’re welcome to sleep here—if you’d like.” I didn’t extend that invitation often. I was a hit-it-and-quit-it kind of guy. Sometimes I let a woman sleep over when she passed out and couldn’t move, but that was just because I didn’t want to carry her to the truck and drive her home.

“I can’t stay.”

“Where does your husband think you are now?”

“I don’t know. He’s out of town.” She ran her fingers through her hair in the sexiest way—without even trying.

“Then you can stay.”

“He’s got guards everywhere. If I’m out too late too often, they’ll get suspicious. And the maid keeps an eye on me.”

If this guy had guards everywhere, he wasn’t just wealthy. He had enemies—the way I had enemies. Maybe he was a player in my world. Maybe he was someone I dealt with on a regular basis. Or maybe he was one of my many enemies that I wanted to destroy.

“I should probably get going…” She turned to get out of bed.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. I had already had her three times, but I wasn’t interested in letting her go. “I have something for you.”

“You’ve already given me plenty tonight.” She rubbed my chest and leaned in to kiss me.

Those plump lips always made my cock twitch. It didn’t matter how satisfied I was. I always wanted her. The next time she came over, I wanted those plump lips around my dick, her lipstick smeared across my skin.

She pulled away, a seductive smile on her lips.

Why the fuck did Evan let her go? Why the fuck didn’t he save her? I turned to the nightstand and pulled out the phone. “This is for you.”

“I already have a phone.”

“Yes, but you’re worried it might be monitored. Now you can call me and text me anytime you want. You don’t have to go down to the bar and use the phone every time you want to fuck me.”

She eyed the phone but didn’t take it. “This can’t keep happening—”

“It will keep happening. I want it to keep happening.” I forced the phone into her hand. “As do you.” I closed her fingers around it.

She eyed the phone in her fingers before she finally accepted it. “I’m surprised you even want me after what I told you…” Her eyes fell again, the shame so strong she couldn’t face it.

“Mistakes are lessons, not life sentences.”

Her beautiful green eyes lifted to meet mine. “I expected you to be a lot harsher. I know it was so stupid. My family reminds me that every day. My brother has never looked at me the same since.”

She already had the world judging her for her stupidity. She didn’t need another shit-talker. “You’ve punished yourself enough.” I could see the self-loathing in her eyes the second she confessed the truth. It haunted her, tortured her. Instead of judging her for her past, I should just let it go. It wasn’t like I actually cared about this woman. I enjoyed fucking her, but that was it. So what did it matter to me?

She examined the phone. “It looks just like mine.”

“That’s the point, just in case you’re seen with it.”

“How did you know what my phone looked like?” She raised her gaze, her eyes full of accusation.

“I looked through your clutch.” I didn’t feel bad for my actions. She could get angry all she wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything.

“Brazen, are we?”

“Always.”

“Then you must have looked at my ID…”

“No.”

“Really?” she asked. “You want to know who I am. Seeing my last name would give you answers.”

“It’s your business. If you don’t want me to know, that’s fine. And if I really wanted to know who you were and who your husband is, I could get that information without looking through your clutch.”

“Then why haven’t you?” Her hand slowly moved up my chest, like that was her favorite feature to caress.

I couldn’t decide what was more beautiful, her face or her body. She was perfect in every way imaginable, from her impeccably manicured toes to the soft strands of hair that sat on her head. “Because we’re just screwing. It doesn’t really matter.”

“No…I guess it doesn’t.” She slowly moved her hand down until it returned to the sheets. “I should get going.” She leaned into me and kissed me with her luscious, soft lips. The kiss was soft but still packed the same passion we always shared. She kissed me like she could crawl into my lap at any moment. She was always wet for me, and I was always hard. Her beauty and curves did crazy things to me, along with her intense enthusiasm. She fucked me like I was her ultimate fantasy.