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“King?” Marilyn’s face appears above me. She kneels down by my side and squeezes my hand. “You saved my life.”
“Just doing my job,” I say.
She brushes some hair out of my face. “But I fired you.”
I laugh. “You think you can get rid of me that easy?”
She looks down at my shoulder. “You took a bullet for me.”
I sit up. It takes all my self-control not to scream out in pain. I pull her close and kiss her. “I had to make sure you were safe,” I say. “I had to make sure this asshole didn't hurt you.”
5
Marilyn
“You shouldn’t be here,”King says.
He’s lying in a hospital bed. There’s a huge bandage wrapped around his shoulder. I still can’t believe he jumped in front of a gun to save me.
“You don’t want me here?” I ask.
He looks away, turning his head to the side and staring out the window. “It’s not that, Marilyn. Today’s your launch day. You should be out there talking to the press, starting the company you’ve worked so hard to build. Instead, you’re here with me. In a way, it’s like that fuckhead stalker has won. He’s ruined your big moment.”
I put my hand on his good arm and squeeze gently. “He hasn’t ruined anything,” I say. “In fact, all the media attention is probably going to do more than I ever could have.”
“All press is good press?” He turns back around and looks me in the eyes. I want to look away, but I can’t. It’s like I’m frozen. His gaze is so intense. I’m a deer trapped in the headlights just waiting to be run down.
I shrug. “It doesn't matter, King. All that matters is that you're safe. That you saved me. That we’re together now.”
I stand up and walk over to the door. I close it, turning the lock so nobody can get in.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
I walk over to his bed and reach under the sheet. He’s only wearing a hospital gown. No boxers.
His shaft feels hot and hard to the touch. “I’m saying thank you for saving my life,” I tell him.
He closes his eyes and groans as I massage his cock. He’s a lot bigger than the other men I’ve been with. But that’s no surprise. He’s a lot bigger in general. A huge sexy giant with a huge sexy cock that I can’t wait to feel inside me.
“You don’t need to do this,” he moans.
“Shhh.” I put my fingers on his lips. “Yes, I do. I want to do this. I’ve wanted to do this since the moment you stepped into my office.”
He opens his eyes. “You mean it?” he asks.
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.”
He pulls me close and kisses me passionately. Our tongues slide against each other, gliding in and out of each other's mouths in an intricate dance older than time itself.
I shimmy out of my panties and climb on top of him, happy that I chose to wear a skirt today.
King kisses my neck and then my chest. He tears my shirt open. The broken buttons fly onto the floor and bounce along the linoleum tiles. His mouth caresses my breasts.
I reach between my legs and guide his cock inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan.
“Damn, that feels good,” he smiles. “You’re so tight.”
