Page 79 of Red King
“Did I look like I was anything but okay?”
“You looked like you might have liked it…him…us.”
“I’m cool with what you are. You can relax.”
I do. I breathe out a sigh. “I didn’t want to frighten you. Maybe I should have warned you that could happen. I normally have more control,” I mutter the last.
“You really are nervous. It’s so cute seeing a big bad shifter so on edge.”
“Cute?” I lift my brows and give her what I hope is a dirty look. “No one has ever called me cute and lived.”
“Maybe I can be the first.” She bobs her brows, and I laugh.
“I think that can be arranged.”
“Like I said earlier, I’m good. I won’t break…although…” She looks down at her legs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.” She turns onto her back and grins at me. Paisley is more than okay. “I might need a wheelchair for a while.” She laughs, and I join her.
Yep, definitely tons of confidence sprinkled with some spice. I love it.
“You’re not rusty at all,” she adds. “Just by the way.”
“Neither are you.” I lean in and kiss her on the side of her mouth. “Give me one second.” I climb off the bed.
Then I go into the bathroom and discard the condom in the trash. I go back in, pleased to see she hasn’t moved. Her eyes look hazy; her lids are at half-mast.
I get back on the bed and tear open another condom.
Her eyes go wide as I slide it onto my cock.
“What? No one told you how much stamina we have?” My dick is back at full mast.
“I might not have believed them.” Her eyes move from my sheathed cock to my gaze and back.
“I can leave if you’ve had enough. It’s your call.” I shrug.
She gets up on her hands and knees and pushes her ass out, her eyes on mine. “I probably won’t be able to come again, but I’m okay if you—”
I laugh.
“What?” She frowns.
“Oh, you’ll come for me alright, Paisley. I’m not nearly done with you,” I say as I get into place behind her.
“So arrogant it’s annoying.” She’s smiling.
“I’m going to make you eat your words.” I palm her ass. So fucking sexy.
“You can try.”
I thrust into her, and we both groan.
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“Thanks, Doc,” I hear Maggie say as she opens the door to the supply room, “I won’t be long,” she adds as she closes it behind her, turning to me, a naughty smile on her face.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper, even though it isn’t necessary. There is no way Dr. du Pont is going to hear us with the door closed.
