Page 31 of King of Deception

The Wingates are hacks.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” Her arms come around my neck.

I lift her into my arms. It hits me again, how much this woman suits me. Beautiful, talented, sexy, soft in all the ways I need.

I open a few doors, finding her room and carrying her inside.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she murmurs but she’s totally pliant in my arms.

“But I am here and I’m not leaving for a while.” I know I’m an asshole. Ordering her around in her own place.

“Gris.”

“I’ll just hold you. It’s been a shit day, and you need some sleep. Let me do this for you.”

She lifts her head, giving me a soft smile. “And you think having you in bed with me is going to help me sleep? I don’t remember much sleep happening last time.”

I chuckle, setting her down on her feet, even as I reach for the zipper in the back of her dress.

I’ve only ever seen her in a dress or naked. She looks as natural as any aristocrat in heels and the knee-length silk gown fits like it’s made for her.

But if I have anything to say about it, I’m keeping her in bed for as long as possible in nothing but my T-shirt.

The dress falls to the floor, pooling around her feet. “Gris.” This time, my name has a lot more judgment. She sounds like my favorite primary school teacher. I loved that woman.

My eyes travel down her lacy bra, over the gorgeous indent of her waist, and down to her matching thong.

“I can just hold you, luv, like I promised. But just to be clear… I am available for other services.”

“Are we negotiating again?” And then she steps out of the dress, removing one heel and then the other.

She picks up the dress and walks toward the closet, her ass on full display in the thong.

I was already rock hard but watching her walk, I start leaking cum. Jesus.

“Once again, luv, it’s for you to make the rules.”

“Is that because you have another agenda in mind, my lord?”

Fuck. How did she know the proper address? I don’t give a fuck about being a lord, but on her lips, it sounds so good. She disappears into the closet and then comes out again, leaning against the door jamb.

I practically growl as my eyes roam over her. “No agenda other than the fact that I love the way you taste and the way you sound when you cum.”

Her breath catches, her body giving a little shiver and I know she’s mine tonight. I’m unbuttoning my shirt before she has answered, tossing it in one of the chairs that she’s got in a little sitting area under the windows. I kick off my shoes and stride over to where she stands. I’m going to collect my woman and then I’m going to eat her until she screams.

I see her eyes dilate, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “I feel like I should run.”

“I’d catch you.”

“I know.” Her hand trembles. “You’re going to devour me, aren’t you?”

I’m about to say yes, when I catch the double meaning of the words. She’s afraid of me.

She should be.

I reach her, my hand snaking out to grab her ass, to pull her into my body. She’s got to push up on tiptoes for her arms to come around my neck, her fingers twining into my hair. “Or you could cum so pretty that I can’t make myself leave your bed.”

One of her perfect brows arches up. “Is that what it takes?”

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