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“Yes!”

I slid my hand under her head and covered her mouth with mine. Sucking her tongue into my mouth the way I was sinking inside her. She began to meet me, lifting her hips from the bed. Sexy sounds came from her mouth, filling mine.

“Good girl,” I praised her, kissing the corner of her mouth.

With her lips parted, she gazed up at me. Lost in her own pleasure.

I slammed into her hard. “Such a fucking good girl.”

“Oh! KING!” she cried out just as her eyes fluttered closed and her body shook beneath me.

Her tight walls clamped down on my dick and squeezed me so tight that I let out a roar.

“FUUUCK!!!” I shouted as I filled the condom, still driving inside her. Over and over. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted her tight cunt to keep milking me.

Shuddering one last time, I pulled out of her and rolled onto my side, taking her with me. Closing my eyes, I didn’t look at her as she curled up against my side. I needed a minute. I was torn. Part of me wanted to do it again. The other part…well, it was dealing with guilt. Not an emotion I felt often. If ever.

At least not since Rumor had walked into my life.

I’d been ordered to fuck her. Make her stay. Use sex as a tool. And it had taken me what…three hours to do it? I was a selfish motherfucker. I’d been given the green light on what I’d been wanting since I’d laid eyes on her picture almost a month ago, and I had taken it. And I was going to take it again.

“King.”

Her soft voice snapped me out of my inner turmoil, and I opened my eyes to look at her.

She was watching me closely. I had to reassure her. Take that worry out of her eyes. I was lying to her and manipulating her. The least I could do was make sure she knew how incredible she was. Her insecurities ran deep.

“Yeah, sweets?” I replied, picking up her hand and kissing her fingers.

Her body instantly relaxed. That was all it took. Something that simple, and she was okay.

“That was…” She stopped and dropped her gaze from mine.

“That was amazing,” I finished for her.

Her eyes shot back up to mine.

Unable not to smile at her expressive face, I asked, “Wasn’t it?”

She nodded. “Yes, it…was.”

I rolled over to face her and continued pressing my lips to each of her fingers. “Are you trying to make me insecure, sweets?” I teased.

The blush on her cheeks was adorable. “No. It was…I never…I didn’t know it could be like that.”

Fuck. The guilt was back. Dammit. I had to get control over that pesky emotion. This was a job. I had to keep myself from making it more.

“You’ve been fucking the wrong men,” I told her, then kissed her hand one more time before letting it go. I had to get some distance. Get my head straight. I sat up and discarded the condom before glancing back at her. “I’ll go get a shower, then run you a bubble bath,” I told her, then winked before leaving her there, curled up on my bed, naked and tempting as hell.

I was so screwed.

• thirty •

“You in a hurry to get away from me, sweets?”

Rumor

I wasn’t sure how long I should lie in this bed alone. There were no windows, so the room was pitch-black, except for the clock beside the bed that said it was 9:32 in the morning. Sitting up, I held the covers up to my neck since I was naked underneath. I’d opened my eyes sixteen minutes ago, and I was still debating if I should go get dressed and leave. I knew the way back to the cottage.

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