Naughty King (A Sexy Manhattan Fairytale 1)

Alexander bites my bottom lip and pushes his shaft inside of me all the way down to the base. He pulls back and then slides into me again.

I whimper wanting him to move faster inside me.

“Patience, baby. You feel so fucking good. If I don’t go slowly this will be over before either of us is ready.”

He grabs my waist and picks up the pace, pumping into me faster and harder. Sweat slicks his back as the slapping of our skin echoes around the room. I stare up at his face, surprised to find his gaze on mine. It’s like he’s trying to commit my face to memory as he fucks my brains out.

“Mmmm yeah. So fucking perfect. Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” The words tumble from his lips and knowing that he’s feeling just as good as I am causes another orgasm to rip through me.

“Alexander!” I cry as he works me into a frenzy.

“Oh. Oh. I’m coming. Oh, God,” I moan as my body erupts in complete euphoria.

His movements become more rigid and intense as he works hard to find his own release.

“Goddamn, baby. Shit,” he says before he growls as a shudder tears through him as he comes hard.

He buries his head in the crook of my neck. Both of us still breathing hard and he’s still buried deep. “That was . . . fuck, that was amazing.”

I smile as I twirl a wild strand of hair poking out from his head. “I agree.”

Alexander raises his head and looks me in the eye. “I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to remain strictly professional with you now. You’re fucking addictive. I already want to do that again.”

I close my eyes as the realization of what just happened between us hits. “This is going to complicate the hell out of things.”

He nods. “Yes, but we’re going to have to find a way to figure things out and coexist. We still have a business deal to get through.”

The reminder of why we’re actually here is like a splash of cold water on the face. No matter how amazing sex with Alexander King is, it can never happen again.

Margo

I STUDY MYSELF IN THE mirror of this ridiculous hotel suite and wonder if anyone can tell that this is the face of a woman who just fucked her boss?

Shit.

I’m not sure what in the hell just came over me. One minute I was in the hallway completely composed and fending off his advances, and then the next thing I know we’re kissing and I instigated his advances.

The moment he put his hands on me in the sex room, I lost it. They were so strong, so sure and felt too damn good. It was amazing for once to have a man who wasn’t afraid to take control and pull me outside my rigid box. I would’ve never allowed a man to do the things that he did to me—restraints—but Alexander’s forwardness and sex appeal got to me. I gave in during a moment of weakness and became just another easy lay for him, giving him full control. I’ve never experienced that, and if I’m being honest, it was very liberating.

I just hate that it was Alexander King. He’s supposed to be my mortal enemy. Not the man who opened me up to exploration and a sexual revolution.

What in the hell am I going to do now?

A knock on the door startles me out of my thoughts. “Margo? Are you ready?”

I smooth my hair away from my face but don’t dare open the door. I’m not ready to face Alexander just yet. “For what?”

“It’s nearly two. I’m scheduled to meet with my contact at the pool. I’ll wait for you if you’re nearly finished getting ready,” he says, and it instantly causes my shoulders to slump.

I stare down at my still nude body wrapped in a fluffy white hotel towel. “Go ahead without me. I’ll be down in a bit.”

“Margo . . .” There’s hesitation in his voice. “Are you okay? You sound off.”

I don’t answer because I can’t find the right words to express the things going through my mind. On one hand, I’m feeling amazing because I’ve just had the most mind-blowing sexual experience, but on the other, I’m completely torn in a way I didn’t expect. Sadness for the loss of something that I know will never happen again. Being with Alexander had to be a one-time thing. It can never happen again. Sleeping with him was never part of the plan. I don’t do random sex. My heart gets too invested, and I refuse to be just another notch in Alexander King’s insanely long bedpost.

“Margo?” When I still don’t bother to answer, the handle of the bathroom door rotates just before it swings open, revealing a shirtless Alexander wearing a pair of black swimming trunks.

“I didn’t say that you could come in here,” I scold him and then tighten the towel around me.

He tilts his head, and his gorgeous gray eyes bore into me. “I thought we were long past formalities at this point.”

A shiver shoots down my spine. “Just because we’ve seen each other naked and . . .”

He lifts his eyebrows and finishes my sentence for me. “Fucked?”

I straighten my shoulders. “Yes. That. It doesn’t mean that it’s going to happen again or that things are suddenly different between us.”

Alexander pulls his plump, bitable lips into a tight line. “So you want to just forget it ever happened and go right back to hating each other?”

I nod. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh before running his hand down the back of his neck. “Fine. Then get your ass ready and get down to the pool. We have business to attend to.”