I was a good woman who had fallen in love with the ultimate bad boy.
Now, I just had to figure out what to do about it.
“I could hear you thinkin’ all the way in the kitchen,” King said, and I knew he was standing beside my chair, hands in his pockets, faux-casual, while his eyes burned hot on my face.
I peeked at him from under one eye. “I’ve got a lot to think about, King.”
“Care to share with the class?” he taunted me, referencing our professional relationship because he could be an asshole, especially when he didn’t think he was going to get what he wanted.
“I’m too tired to do this right now.”
“Fuck that.”
I sighed. “If I told you that your cursing bothered me, would you stop?”
“If you were my woman, I’d think about it. Hard habit to break after eighteen years, but I’d give it a shot,” he responded instantly.
Rage suddenly burned in my gut, rushing through my throat and onto my tongue like acid reflex. The unfairness of the situation, of loving a boy and of him pursuing me with this doggedness, of my husband refusing to divorce me and holding his money ransom, of my brother relying on me to somehow secure him a job through my nonexistent relationship with King… I opened my mouth and wrath spilled off my lips.
“Jesus, King, how can you expect this from me? I’m a grown woman, I’ve been married for Christ’s sake, and you’re still just a boy.”
King’s pale eyes narrowed on me, glinting in the moonlight streaming through the huge windows like the light off a blade.
“Do I look like a boy to you?” he asked, his eyes locked on me while he drew his hand, a hand I knew to be strong and rough with calluses, along the ridges of his abdomen I could see even through his shirt.
I was arrested by the sight of him as he unfastened the first few buttons on his jeans. He paused, his eyes pulsing like a beacon. It was a dare for him to continue. I gritted my teeth against the desire that lived between my thighs, burning hotter than lit coal. It was irritating that King always pushed me, forced me up against the boundaries of my propriety like he wanted to fuck me from behind in front of an audience of my personal demons. It was even more irritating that it made me feel electric with tension and vitality, that the colors of the world grew neon and sharp.
He took my hesitation as the positive encouragement it was and dipped his hand under the denim. “A boy knows how to please a woman like you? How to make her feel like a Queen?”
I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim. Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy.
My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with power and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beauty, teasing me until I was on the precipice of begging to see his dick.
“You want this cock, babe?” he growled.
My God, but I did.
My mouth was too dry to answer so I nodded.
“Grown women don’t get on their knees for boys, do they Cressida? So, you have a choice. You can tell me to get out or you can get on your knees for me now and I’ll show you how a real man treats his woman, starting by letting you worship my dick with that beautiful mouth of yours like I know you’re aching to.”
My mind emptied of everything as the power of his words, his stance and challenge washed over me. Unconsciously, my body swayed towards him, caught in the current of his persuasion. Before I could help myself, my knees were hitting the cold hardwood at his feet and my mouth was open, tipped up and waiting for him to grace it with his dick.
He stared down at me, his face fierce and harsh with longing but touch gentle as he reached out to slide his hand around the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he brought me closer.
“Good girl, you made the right choice. Now take me in your mouth and show me just how much of a man I am.”
My tongue flicked out to lick the bead of moisture off his tip, the flavor exploding on my tongue as a low groan exploded from King’s throat. I stared up at him as I gripped the edge of his jeans with my teeth and tugged hard. The denim fell to the ground, his belt dropping with a clang, and I was rewarded with the sight of his gorgeous cock, thick and long against his hard belly.