Page 12 of His Kingdom

“No, you’re not. You’ll drown,” he says.

I shrug a shoulder. “It’s not like anyone would miss me,” I tell him, shaking out of his hold. I lift my top over my head, not caring that I don’t have a bra on.

“Fuck,” Louie hisses.

My shorts are next. They flutter to the ground as I eye Louie over a shoulder. “I guess if you don’t want me to drown, you’re going to have to come in with me.” I smile at him and then jump into the water.

“Are you fucking serious? Get out of the pool, Charlotte,” Louie growls.

“Make me.” I cup some water in my hand and splash it in his direction. “Oh, look, you’re wet now. You might as well get in.”

Louie stares at me as he silently removes his jacket, then his tie and his shirt.

Holy mother of god, I did not think this through clearly. What on earth have I done?

Louie toes off his shoes, and then bends down and grabs his socks. When his hands land on his belt, I swallow. This is too much.Heis too much. That chest, those abs. I’ve only ever seen pictures of men like him in Calvin Klein ads. His arms and chest are covered in black-and-white tattoos. Intricate lines and curves. I’m frozen to the spot. Thankfully, my feet can touch the bottom, otherwise I would have sunk for sure.

Louie is down to a pair of black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the outline of his cock.That can’t be real. It’s huge.Then he lowers himself to the edge of the pool and slides in. I don’t move as he makes his way towards me.

“You should have gotten out, Charlotte,” he says in a low growl.

“Why?” I ask him.

“Because now I have you practically naked in front of me,” he says. He hasn’t reached out to touch me, and I do nothing to cover my naked breasts from his view.

“What are you going to do to me?”

“What do you want me to do?” Louie takes a step closer.

What do I want him to do?I can still feel the effects of the alcohol. There is no way I’d be naked in front of him if I were completely sober. There are a lot of things I wouldn’t do if I weren’t a little tipsy. “I want you to show me,” I tell him.

“Show you what?”

“Show me how you’d shatter my entire world,” I whisper. I can’t believe I’m asking a stranger to give me an orgasm. This isn’t me. I’ve never had a one-night stand before. But this is Vegas. What happens in Vegas and all that.

“You’re drunk.” Louie’s eyes darken as he hooks an arm around my waist.

“Not that drunk.” My legs wrap around his hips at the same time my arms hook over his neck. “Make me forget,” I plead with him, silently praying he doesn’t turn me down.

“You’ll regret this when you sober up,” he says.

“I won’t. Unless you can’t put your money where your mouth is. You could just be all talk.” I doubt it, but I don’t know him. He might be a dud in the bedroom.

The corners of his lips tilt up. “You really want this?”

I nod a little too enthusiastically. “I really want this.”And I do.

“You were engaged to another man just two days ago, Charlotte,” Louie reminds me.

“I was going to his room to call off the wedding. I’d already decided I couldn’t go through with it. I’m not sad because my fiancé cheated on me,” I explain.

Louie’s fingertips run down my cheek. “Then why are you sad?”

“Because he stole my sister from me,” I say. “I only have one of those. I can’t replace her.” I take a deep breath. “And I’ve spent the last two years of my life having mediocre sex and faking orgasms. I want good sex.”

Louie smiles. “That’s a long time to tolerate bad sex.” He walks towards the edge of the pool. My back presses against the cold tiles and his cock presses against my core, lighting up something I thought was long dead inside me.

“Please,” I beg.

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