Page 36 of Kingpin

I dipped a slice of steak into the lime dressing and held it up to his lips. With my other hand, cupped beneath it so it wouldn't drip on him, I watched his eyes grow angry. It didn’t scare me, though. Not with him.

“Just take the damn bite, Israel, and quit being so stubborn.”

He sighed. “Just one bite.”

His lips wrapped around the fork, and I watched his eyes flutter closed. I knew he wouldn't be just one bite. Not after he savored what I had to offer. His eyes opened, and he held my gaze before his eyes fell to the food. When he went to reach for an olive, I swatted at his hand.

“Bonnie,” he said sternly.

“Let me do it,” I said.

I reached for an olive and dipped it in the dressing. Then, I held it to his mouth. Feeling his lips flutter against my fingers as he took the bite made my gut clench in all the best ways. I felt my toes curling inside my heels. I felt a warm shiver working its way down my spine. I fed him bite after bite, as his eyes traveled along my body.

Confidently, I made my first move.

I pressed my knees together, forcing my tight pencil skirt to rise up my thighs. I squished my arms against my ribs as I leaned forward, making my breasts sit tightly against my chest as my cleavage spilled out of the shirt I was wearing. Israel couldn't stop looking at me, and it felt phenomenal. I fed him bite after bite, delighted that my plan was working.

After my skirt rose so high up my thighs that he saw my garters, he cleared his throat.

“You know you don’t need any of these things, right?”

I paused with another bite of steak just beyond his mouth, and he plucked it off the fork with his teeth.

“What was that?” I asked.

He swallowed hard. “You don’t need this outfit. This…this getup you have on.”

“Do you not like it?”

“It’s nice, yes.”

“But…?”

He leaned forward, forcing my legs apart with his body. “But I would have preferred you with your hair down, no makeup, naked and whining for me.”

I felt stunned by his words. More than that, I felt turned on by them. I wanted that to happen. I wanted everything he had spoken of, and then some. I wanted it more than life itself, and I knew I’d do anything to get it. The heat of his body called to my nethers. The heat of his gaze made my heart skip a beat. As he removed the food from my hands, setting it off to the side, his palms grazed my ankles.

“I forgive you,” he said.

His voice ripped me from my trance. “You do?”

He nodded. “Yes. I do. I forgive you for trying to kill me. As my father always taught me, it isn’t a man’s order that defines him, but what he does with that order that creates his character. You had an order from someone in your family, but you chose not to act on it. That’s your character.”

“And…you like that?”

His hands stopped and wrapped around the crook of my knees.

“I love it,” he said.

His voice was rich. Husky. It called to my heart and made my lower lips flood my flimsy panties. I grinned at him as he scooted closer. I felt his fingertips playing with the garters against my upper thighs. I cupped his cheeks, letting my fingers touch him for the very first time.

Then, I slid my hand into his hair and tilted his gaze back.

He stared up at me from his leather office chair.

“You really should thank me for choosing not to kill you.”

He grinned. “Is that so?”

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