Page 28 of The CEO

“I think that’s one hundred,”I panted out.

“That’s twenty at best.” His hot breath fanned across my neck with his low chuckle.

“Whatever number it is, I need a break. Your stamina is commendable.” My hand ran across his shoulder and down his side. “Are you even human?”

He smirked at me. “How about we take a nap after I take the dogs out?”

“Do you want me to come?” I really hoped he said no because I didn’t think I had the energy to get out of bed.

King nuzzled into my neck. “Thank you for offering, but I’ll let you get some rest.”

“How are you not tired? I’m not that much older than you.” I couldn’t understand how he seemed to have an endless amount of energy.

“I work out regularly. How often do you exercise?”

I was lucky I was naturally skinny with the way I ate, but I didn’t have muscles or stamina and it was showing after the workout he’d given me. “I think the last time I ran was in high school gym class.”

“Well, you might want to start if you want to keep up with me.” His lips lightly brushed the side of my neck as if to lighten his words.

“I don’t think all the exercise in the world would help me keep up with you.”

“Maybe not, but it can’t hurt. If you want, you can come to the gym with me. There’s one in the building here.”

I was surprised he didn’t have one in his apartment. He definitely had enough space for one. “When do you have time to work out?” From what I’ve witnessed, King was one of the first at work and the last to leave.

“I don’t need a lot of sleep, so I get up early, take the dogs for a walk, sometimes I take Sarah and Orvy for a run, and then hit the gym for some weight training.” It showed too.

I liked my sleep too much to get up early to workout. It was all I could do to keep my eyes open at the moment, but I liked talking to King so I pushed through the exhaustion. Even though he said he didn’t open up to anyone, he didn’t seem to have a problem talking to me and letting little snippets about his life slip.

His lips trailed down my neck and across my shoulder. “When we wake up, I want you to sit on my face and come all over it.”

Hello! That woke me up. I loved all the dirty ways King wanted me. He made me realize I was lucky Haider had cheated on me because never once in our relationship did we have sex like this. I think King had given me more orgasms in one day than my three years with Haider.

“I heard your heart pick up. You like the sound of that, don’t you?” His teeth nipped the curve of my shoulder.

“Very much so.” It was a little embarrassing my body gave me away so easily. Now that he’d mentioned our next time, I needed to bring up birth control and condoms. Every time I’d tried, hedeflected with his mouth in a strategic place. While I loved every ounce of pleasure he’d given me, I wouldn’t love it if he gave me an STD. “King.” I started off, moving onto my side as best as I could and wrapped my arms around him in an attempt to keep him from fleeing.

“Yes, Pria?” The arm draped around my waist gave me a little squeeze.

I wasn’t sure how to say it so I did it the only way I could. I blurted out the words and then wanted to bury my head into my pillow. “I thought I should put it out there, but we haven’t used a condom.”

Without any effort on his part, King slipped out of my arms to lean on his elbow and look down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. “I’m aware.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “I don’t want an STD.”

“Neither do I.”

I huffed. Why was he being so obtuse? “We didn’t discuss our sex life and I haven’t had a chance to get tested since I found out that my ex was cheating on me.”

King’s brows furrowed. “I hadn’t thought about that. Do you think he gave you anything?”

“I don’t know,” I exclaimed a little too loudly. In all actuality, I hadn’t thought about it until now. “I didn’t think he’d cheat on me in the first place. The only saving grace is that it had been a few months since we’d slept together, but who knows what that hussy gave him.”

King dipped down and laughed into my neck. He seemed to like it and spent a great deal of time there. “Hussy? That’s what you call her?”

“Do you have a better word?” Now I was getting annoyed.

“Bitch? Slut? I can think of more words that are from this decade.”

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