Page 9 of The Billionaires' Gamble
Katherine pulls back and slithers off King’s lap. I let go of her hair as she sinks to the floor between his knees. She keeps one hand on my thigh and trails the other down his chest.
“Wildfire—”
“Hmm?”
“What are you doing, Princess?”
“Whatever you tell me to.” She slides her right hand from King’s abs to the unmistakable ridge behind the fly of his jeans.
She gives him a long, firm stroke, and he sucks in a shuddering breath.
“In that case, take out my cock,” he murmurs, sounding cocky and almost bored.
What the hell?
My brain stutters, and I swear I pass out. Because the next thing I know, she’s got King’s zipper tugged down, button undone, and they’re working together to free his cock.
The tip is an angry red, almost purple, with a droplet gathered in the slit. We all stare at it for a heartbeat.
Is that King’s secret kink? Telling her what to do? That hardly seems like something to hide. But to each his own. Heavens know I have hangups of my own.
“We’ve missed you so damn much, Wildfire. My hand is a poor substitute.”
She sits between his spread thighs now, a hand on each of his knees, waiting for more. On the surface, she seems completely calm. But I see her breathing pick up speed and note the way her gaze flicks from his face, to his cock, to me.
Oh yeah, Princess, I’m totally hard for you. For both of you.
He cuts me a glance. “How much time do you have left?”
I tip up my wrist and check the time. Fuck. My team’s gonna have my ass if I don’t hustle. I’ve been out of pocket too much this last week. AndIcalled this afternoon’s meeting. It’s on me.
Quickly, I calculate just how long it will take to make it back to the office. What’s traffic like at this time of day? And then I need to factor in our new location.
But like hell am I going to miss my first double handy with King.
A heavy hand lands on my shoulder. “You look like you’re doing algebra in your head.”
“I’ve got time.”
King sees right through my bullshit.
With a hand on Katherine’s wrist, he nods at me. “Take care of our guy first. This’ll keep.”
She smiles at him and then shifts my way, raising up on her knees as she slides her palms up my thighs. “May I?”
“Always and forever,” I mutter, my abs tightening in anticipation.
Her smile turns up a few notches, clearly happy with my answer. Deft fingers make short work of my zipper and button. My cock aches for release, for her touch, that amazing mouth.
There’s something forbidden about keeping my pants on for this, but she seems too eager for me to undress.
Giddiness courses through me like I’m on a testosterone IV drip. I brush her hair behind her ear as she reaches into my boxer briefs for my cock.
She gives a happy little hum, and I groan as her cool fingers wrap around my overheated shaft. After a few slow strokes, she repositions so she’s squarely between my feet.
She curls over my lap, and I grab a fistful of her hair, holding it out of the way. Her breasts press against my inner thighs, and I’m torn between making room for her like a world-class man-spreader or holding still so I can feel those gorgeous tits.
The split-second conundrum is resolved by my cock. Having her and King so close, then watching them kissing and fondling each other has me to the point of spontaneous combustion.
