Money Man (King Maker 1)

“Lass, your arousal is apparent on your pretty little face. You’re flushed with desire and my dick is hard enough to cut diamonds. Dinnae pretend that you didn’t come here so I could fuck you.”

Waiters appeared with the next course as I’d been thunderstruck into silence, again.

With mixed emotions, I stabbed at the food placed in front of me, which I hadn’t ordered. I wanted to dislike his choices, but the food was just as amazing, if not more, as the previous courses had been. I warred with wanting to moan at the taste and spit it out in objection. This man had ruled my every movement since I’d gotten there, and I’d let him.

I finished my food because it wasn’t the chef’s fault that I’d chosen to have dinner with an egomaniac. But Kalen was dead wrong if he thought he was getting me in bed that night. I wouldn’t go anywhere with him, no matter how much my body fought against my brain.

He’d finish eating several bites before I had. When I swallowed my last, the tension in my body was coiled tight.

“Tell me, Bailey. Why are you dancing around why you came tonight? We both need to get this out of our system.”

Outraged, I scooted back, seeking space away from him and his callous words. The table had rattled as if giving voice to my silence. I needed to get my wits about me, and I was out of my seat before he could ask where I was going.

“Leaving?” he asked with an imperious brow lifted.

Needing distance, I walked away but not to the door. Once again, he was right. I’d come to get fucked. I moved toward the opposite wall, wanting to regain my equilibrium.

I didn’t make it very far before he was behind me. He was a mountain of a man who’d moved like a panther. I didn’t know he was there until his warmth hit my back, along with his very apparent erection.

“Maybe I was wrong about your pants. They frame your ass in the most perfect way.”

The heat of him melted me to my core, and I reached out a hand to the wall to steady myself. His hand wormed its way around my waist and long fingers unhooked my pants to give him more room to explore beneath the waistband. His fingertips brushed against forbidden places that sparked raging fires within me.

“This is what you came here for. For me to touch you, then fuck you.”

I exhaled as he stroked over that bundle of nerves that sent me to orgasm heaven and beyond.

“I never said I would fuck you.” The lie was born from defiance.

One long finger curled up and inside me.

“The crème that is coating my finger says something different,” he said.

I wanted to say something, anything to deny what was true. But his skillful finger stroked in and out of me as his thumb rubbed circles over my clit. All I could do is pant, even as I heard the door open.

With just enough room to turn my head, I saw the team of waiters bring in our dessert course.

Kalen didn’t seem to care. He didn’t stop, and all I could do was bite my lip to muffle the moans that tried to escape. I whimpered and squirmed, embarrassed that they could tell what we were up to.

“Don’t act shy. The way you’re coating my finger, you’re turned on more by the idea we’re being watched. And if you’d worn a skirt, I could be inside you now with them none the wiser as to what is going on. Instead, you’ll have to settle for this.”

His fingers moved with more purpose as I crept closer and closer to the edge. When I detonated, I spasmed with a force I didn’t think possible.

“That’s it, lass,” he whispered in my ear. “Even good girls can be bad. But our time will be short as I have somewhere to be. Fucking will have to wait for another night.”

After I came down, I spun and hastily buttoned my pants, prepared to leave.

“You really should have dessert,” he said, eyeing the plates that had been left on the table. “I think I’ll have mine now.”

The finger that had so expertly brought me to near tears in utter pleasure slipped between his lips like it was natural. He watched me as he sucked the taste of me from his finger.

It shouldn’t have been erotic, but it was. I felt the flames of hell lick at my core as the devil himself stood before me like the sex god he was.

The smirk on his face convinced me to stalk over to the table and sit. I wouldn’t let the chocolaty confection go to waste. Besides, the damn man had dared me to stay with those green eyes of his.