He grimaced, then nodded resolutely. “Fair enough. I just want you to know that I didn’t invite her into my office. She brought the food in when it was delivered. The next thing I knew,she’d plopped her ass on my desk, right next to our damned lunch, claiming she needed to talk to me about something.”
His irritation was clear, and I tried to hide my amusement when he peered into the paper bag in disgust, then pushed it aside.
“It’s OK, I believe you.”
We were interrupted by a brisk knock on the door. King grumbled under his breath as he stomped over and flung the door open. I couldn’t see the man who spoke to him, but I could hear every word.
“Here’s your wallet back, Prez. You’re lucky I spotted it on the floor last night before it disappeared”
“Thanks,” King said, then tucked the wallet into the inside pocket of his cut.
“Hey, you should have stuck around the club a little bit longer last night. Right after you left, Scarlet and Ginger showed off their new dual lap dance routine, and it’s sexy as fuck. The two of them were grinding on each other, practically right there on top of the customer. Rossi loved it, and –“
“Gotta go, man,” King barked, then slammed the door shut before the man could say another word. I’d heard enough though. Hismeetinghad been at the strip club.
He hung his head for a moment, then turned around and approached me warily.
“OK, I know that probably sounds bad, but I really did go to the club as part of a business meeting last night.”
“A business meeting…at a strip club.” I repeated. I was trying to wrap my head around the idea. I really was. I just couldn’t quite do it. A business meeting…at a strip club…at nine o’clock at night…with lap dances.
I mean, I’d had a pussy on my lap during a meeting once, but it wasn’t quite the same thing. I’d been pitching a marketing plan to the owner of a small pet store, and the pussy in question had been an actual cat that roamed the store and had taken a liking to me.
“Yes. The MC works with a man who likes to go to Fallen Angels after every meeting, to sort of celebrate our continued partnership.” He ran his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated with the situation, or maybe with me, I wasn’t sure. “I stayed for a little while, bought a round of drinks, then left Trick to handle him after that.”
“I have to be honest, King. I’m a little out of my element here.” I sighed as the harsh reality hit me. King and I were from two completely different worlds, and I wasn’t sure I fit into his.
He reached for my hand, and I let him tug me into his arms. He placed a fingertip under my chin and razed my gaze to meet his.
“Listen, I know that life in the MC might seem to be a lot different than what you’re used to, but I promise you, sugar, that’s only surface shit. Underneath it all, we’re just a group of men who banded together out of a common desire to make our own way in the world. We value loyalty and freedom. We value hard work. We value our community and do everything we can to make it better. We own businesses, and the way we run them may seem unconventional to you, but they are legitimate, successful enterprises that allow us to support ourselves and our families. I’m pretty fucking proud of that.”
The pride in his voice was impossible to miss, as was the sincerity of his words. I nodded slightly, trying to reconcile what he’d said against the values I had, and realized there were a lot of similarities. Well, minus the unconventional part. I didn’t thinkI had an unconventional bone in my body, but that didn’t mean I had to be a judgmental bitch, either.
“You should be proud, King. I’m sorry for being so narrow-minded,” I admitted quietly.
He shook his head. “No, sugar. Not narrow-minded. Just…sheltered, and a little innocent when it comes to club life.”
“Innocent, huh?” I arched a brow in amusement. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been described that way before.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be more than happy to corrupt you.” He gave me that grin I was coming to love, then cupped my face in his hands. He bent his head and took my lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turned into more. His tongue slid seductively over the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I considered denying him, but knew I’d be denying myself even more. When he nibbled on my bottom lip, gently tugging it before plunging his tongue into my mouth, my decision was made.
I was going to focus on King, the man who had rocked my world last night, and quit worrying about King, the MC president.
Within moments, passion flared between us, and our kisses turned frenzied. I ran my hands up under his cut, reveling in the broad chest and hard abs underneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt.
Before long, I found myself sinking to my knees and eagerly taking his thick cock into my mouth. He groaned as he punched his hips forward, and he cupped his hand gently around the back of my head.
“Oh, damn, sugar, that feels good.”
I placed one hand on his thigh to steady myself, then wrapped my other hand around the base of his cock. My fingersdidn’t come close to reaching all the way around, but he seemed to enjoy the feel of my hand jacking him off in time with my mouth, nonetheless.
With my lips wrapped around the flared head, I used my tongue to swirl around the tip, then dipped into the slit. His flavor burst on my tongue, a combination of slightly musky and salty, but not bitter, as Clayton had been.
I hollowed my cheeks and increased my suction, gliding up and down his dick and taking him deeper and deeper with each pass.
“Fuuuck, yeah. Just like that,” he groaned again, even louder this time.
He brought his other hand down to my head, gripping my hair as he pumped his hips harder and faster.
