Page 59 of Lethal King

What the fuck was that?

“Shall we continue?” Leander asks, his gaze dropping back down my body.

I’m mid-way through a sneer when the strange sensation returns. This time, though, it’s not just a flash. A full breath goes by as something rattles between my legs.

An unexpected gasp rips up my throat.

It feels so… good. In the weirdest fucking way.

But it’s definitely not worth the looks I’m getting. And I have to bite down on my tongue to keep myself from jumping off my seat.

Leander gives me a curious look, until his bodyguard taps him on the shoulder, and his attention is ripped away. He turns his ear to the man, who hands him a manilla envelope. The two exchange a whispered conversation as Tytus leans over to me.

“What the hell is going on?” he quietly asks.

“I don’t know,” I hiss under my breath. “Where the hell is my phone?”

Looking down, I subtly spread my legs, half expecting to see my phone down there. But I already know I didn’t bring it with me. All I have is my earpiece. And while it will occasionally vibrate, that only happens in my fucking ear.

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t bring your phone with you,” Tytus confirms. “Want to take a step outside? I can handle this.”

“No,” I stubbornly insist, still trying to figure out what the hell is happening. “I’ll—”

Once again, I’m interrupted by the strangest fucking sensation.

This time, the vibrating is so intense that I can’t help but jump up onto my feet. But the vibrating doesn’t stop when I’m standing. In fact, that only makes it worse.

My thighs clench, and my stomach flexes. Whatever this is, it almost feels like it’s coming from inside of me.

“Excuse me,” I mutter. Shuffling out from behind the table, I try to make a swift exit, but the vibrating is too intense.

Each step requires a very concentrated effort, especially as the vibrations start to cause a warm tingle to wash up from between my legs.

“Is everything alright?” Leander asks.

I hear him stand up from his chair.

I turn my back from the table.

Then, I feel Tytus’ hands on my shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, concern bubbling through his voice.

“Nothing. I’ll figure it out,” I whisper. “Finish the meeting. I’ll call you if I need any help.”

My breathing deepens. To my horror, the vibrations seem to open up a familiar pressure in my core. My hands clasp together.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” I gasp, louder than I wanted to.

My eyelids flutter as I realize what’s happening.

I’m having a fucking orgasm.

But how?

Why?