I reached up to cup his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers as I sucked him down my throat as far as I could.

“So good,” he panted, “so fucking good. You’re gonna make me cum, sweet Ella. I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours,” he warned.

Moments later, he did just that, groaning so loudly that I was sure everyone in the place probably heard him…including the man who knocked on the door moments later to tell him that he was needed downstairs.

“Sorry, Prez, but there’s a guy down in the garage demanding a full refund on an engine rebuild, because he says we put a huge scratch in his custom paint job. Viking’s about ready to pop the guy in the mouth.”

“Dammit,” King muttered as shoulders slumped and he dropped his head.

“I’ll be right there,” he called, reaching out his hand and helping me to my feet. I knew by the heat I could feel across my cheeks that I was blushing. My embarrassment intensified when I realized that I was still fully dressed, while King stood there shirtless, with his jeans and boxer briefs pulled down to his knees.

He yanked them up and I heard the hiss of his zipper and the clang of his belt buckle as I quickly stepped into the bathroom to rinse my mouth out with water. Clearly, playtime was over, and I didn’t want to drive all the way back home with the taste of cum in my mouth. I glanced in the mirror and sucked in a breath at the tangled mess created by King’s hands. I frantically finger-combed it, but it was still obvious what we’d been doing, especially considering how red and puffy my lips were.

When I stepped back out of the bathroom, King was fully dressed and holding the bag of food and my purse. When I reached for the latter, he used it to pull me close, then pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry for leaving you hanging, sugar. I promise I’ll make it up to you, though. Any chance you’re free for dinner?”