Page 60 of Kings of Desire
Without paying too much attention to my visible distress and flustering, his index finger wandered to the strap of my dress ‘I like this dress,’ he deviously smiled, letting it roll off my shoulder.
‘Good, ‘cause it’s the only one I have,’ I chuckled as the warmth of his lips was replacing the missing strap.
‘I’ll get you a new one,’ he whispered against my skin as his attention moved to the other shoulder, repeating the actions and disposing of the second string that held my dress together. His kisses were so different than before, as if unhurriedly searching for something on each inch of my collarbone, delighting himself with the taste of me.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked noticing the top of my dress slipping on my breasts to the point that it barely covered my nipples.
‘Do you want to explain myself step by step, because I can be extremely explicit,’ he didn’t bother to even look at me, just pushed my dress lower to hide one of my quivering tips between his lips, sending a devastating shiver flashing throughout my entire body. ‘I’m destressing myself,’ he murmured nibbling on my now hardened tip.
‘Weren’t we supposed to talk about retrieving my family?’
‘My men art not here yet.’
‘But what if someone comes in?’ I quivered with the thought, as it seemed lately everything I was doing was threatened by the idea of public exhibitionism.
‘No one comes to my office unannounced. They know better than that.’
I guess that I was the only one that didn’t, since less than ten minutes earlier, I was opening his door without even knocking first. ‘Did anyone tell you that you ask too many questions?’
I didn’t get to answer as he caught my head from behind, crashing my mouth to meet with his. The kiss raw pure, searching within the depths of me for all of the sensations this man could bring. His tongue was spinning in delirium as both of his hands were searching for my breasts, cupping them from underneath and probing against my aching tips.
‘This is cheating,’ I whined as every single action was raising a tidal wave to crash inside of me.
‘No, this is,’ he abandoned my lips to bite into one of my hardened peeks so lustfully that he got me to almost crawl into a ball. The bittersweet chill of pain and ecstasy was spreading throughout my body, getting my legs to instinctively close, trying to protect the small drop of composure I had left.
His tongue rolled on my chest, slowly tasting the satin skin of my breasts, in long luscious slides, making me melt into liquid longing on top of him. I could tell he wasn’t there anymore, just a hundred percent focused to pamper his two newfound toys.
The pleasure flashing through his eyes was so much more than just erotic, hiding utter satisfaction but most of all feral passion.
‘I think we better stop before someone comes in,’ that idea may not agree with my body, but exactly that impulse to arch against him on the chair was pleading with my sense to try and stop this before there’s reaching that point of no return.
‘You really think so,’ he groaned clasping one of his hands on my breast while the other was finding its way beneath my dress. ‘Let’s check that, shall we?’ One of his fingers glided underneath the lace of my panties, and straight to that sensitive place between my folds. ‘Ohhh, Bea. Someone’s been lying,’ he grinned retrieving his damp finger and letting the signs of my eagerness shine underneath one of the small wall lamps hanging in his office.
I babbled, covering my face while hoping there will be some electrical meltdown to cover my shame while the clinking of his laughter was echoing through the room.
‘I really need to check that more properly,’ he whispered pushing my panties aside as his lips continued their journey over my breasts. Though time wasn’t running in his favor and before he got a chance to continue his sweet torture over my skin, a knock on the door let us know that we weren’t to be alone for long.
Jumping as if having stepped on hot coals, I rushed to rearrange my dress while Brax shook off his leg, trying to hide hismanlyproblems.
‘Come back,’ he pulled me back to sit on his lap, yet this time without turning me to face him.
‘Are you insane? There’s someone at the door!?’ I couldn’t keep my mouth under control as his plan seemed totally absurd. Letting him get away with pretty much anything he wanted was one thing, but having to withstand an even more dominant version of Cole was pushing at the verge of my sanity.
‘They’re my men. Don’t worry, they’ll probably put more effort into it, knowing that you’re with me.’ Brax lifted me a little higher to glide an arm around me. ‘Come in.’
The driver, as I knew him, and another tall man pushed the door open and stepped into the dim light.
‘Sit,’ Brax ordered while the men didn’t seem at all surprised at their boss carrying me on top of him.
‘Good evening,’ they both nodded, bowing their heads as if I was of royal origins.
‘Good evening,’ I flustered, embarrassed at the temporary position as queen of the underworld. And when I say temporary, I mean just until I go out the door because I was certain that theseatwon’t get cold before another girl will take my place.
‘Who did you talk to?’ Brad asked the driver while lighting himself a Cuban cigar.
‘I’ve talked with Showman and Wrench about coming with us for support, but they each want ten grand.’
‘You’re pricy, Fox,’ Brax looked at me while his hand advanced upwards on my leg. ‘Tell us what you think we should know first.’
