Money Man (King Maker 1)

I may have been inexperienced in terms of the number of men I’d slept with, but I wasn’t inexperienced with the act itself. Scott had taken pride in teaching me exactly what he wanted. But with him, it was a chore. I did it mostly when I was on my period and he’d complain about how much he needed to get off. And according to Scott logic, we were going to get married anyway. So how could it be wrong?

This was different. I wanted this probably as much as Kalen did. I sucked his length up and down, keeping the pressure of my lips firm but the inside of my mouth hollow enough, working not to graze him too much with my teeth.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice cracking. Hearing him begin to come apart and enjoy what I was doing made me feel powerful, even though I’d given in to him. My own orgasm was building. Which was crazy because the only hand he had on me was in my hair at this point. I swirled my tongue on his cock while keeping my mouth around him. He guided his cock with quicker strokes in and out of my mouth. I sucked, I hummed, I licked and sucked again.

“I’m going to come,” he murmured.

The moment of truth had come in more ways than one. With Scott, I’d always pulled away and used my hand to finish him off. But I wanted this. I wanted to taste Kalen. I moaned around him and cupped his balls, stroking them lightly. A growl preceded his seed shooting down the back of my throat. I stared up at him as he pulsed inside my mouth. His eyes closed in rapture and I took in all his beauty.

Tenderly, he let go of my hair and placed his hand on my cheek. Pulling back, he freed himself from the depths of my mouth. Then he kneeled before me, making us eye to eye a second before he lightly pressed my shoulders to guide me flat on my back. Then he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and got to his knees on the floor in front of me.

When my eyes widened, he said, “Now it’s my turn to feast on you.”

It was but a moment before all reason left me. His tongue was wicked in the best way. When his mouth closed over my clit, my back arched, and I knew it wouldn’t take much to get me to the finish line.

I’d practically gotten off just by giving him head. His tongue moved expertly, swirling, plunging, tasting until the sheets were fisted in my hands as I thrashed about. When he added a finger or two in the most expert way, I was undone. He found that spot inside me, stroking it while gently biting my clit. I screamed out his name as I came apart. For good measure, he inserted another finger in and out as I rode it all the way through the ecstasy into breathlessness.

My eyes were closed when he flipped me onto my stomach, my feet on the floor as he lifted my ass higher in the air.

“You taste as good as you look.” I might have smiled from sheer delight when he added, “I may never get enough.”

Twenty-Two

Stretching like a cat, I felt limber from another great round of sex. Kalen hadn’t ended the night with just his amazing oral skills. He’d bent me over to hold the edge of the bed as he’d sheathed his length inside me like it had always belonged there as he stood behind me.

Tingling sensations of pleasure preceded another amazing orgasm. For the millionth time, I questioned how I would survive our arrangement.

My smile vanished into a frown when I shot up in bed. Kalen.

I looked around, noticing he wasn’t there. He’d positioned me on the bed when I couldn’t stand any longer. Had he left after?

There wasn’t any evidence that Kalen was there or had left a note. What was protocol? We hadn’t covered that. I glanced at my phone and snatched it up. Using my free hand to push back my unruly hair, I checked for messages. There was an unopened text from his email account.

I clicked it. I left you a note on your computer.

From the look of my messenger bag on the floor next to my desk, it didn’t appear to have been touched. And how could he have gotten through the security passwords on my work-issued computer anyway?

My eyes drifted to my desk, where my personal MacBook was open just where I’d left it. I moved like a gazelle fleeing from incoming predators. I only had to tap a key to bring my computer to life. I’d disabled the security feature, so it had no password. Maybe I should rethink that. When the screen lit up, a Word document was open.