The Fearless King (The Kings #2)(7)

She’s using me.

Another signal he should stop this. He was many things, but a sex toy didn’t make the list. Neither did being a weapon a woman used in her quest for self-destruction, if that was tonight’s goal. He gripped her hips, forcing her still. “Journey—”

She hooked her arms around his neck, dipping down so she met his gaze. “Just tonight, Frank. Shelve the questions for tonight.” She bit her bottom lip and then seemed to force the rest of her words out. “I…need this. I need you.”

The words hooked in his chest, threatening to override what little control he had left. Still, he held back. Fucking her tonight would be something she’d regret, no matter what she told herself now. But there were other options. He could grant her a reprieve—just enough to take the edge off before he sent her on her way.

You’re just looking for an excuse.

Damn straight.

He shifted his grip to run his thumbs under the thin band of her thong, tracing her hip bones. “Tell me what you need.”

A hint of vulnerability glimmered in her hazel eyes. “Don’t be gentle with me.”

Deep down, a brutal part of him that he kept firmly leashed crowed in victory. He tried to drown it out with reason, but there was no place for reason with Journey slipping a hand into his pants and squeezing his cock in a grip that was just shy of vicious. He knocked her hand away and kissed her hard. Instead of melting against him, she met him thrust for thrust, tongue and teeth, with a frenzy that matched the beast rushing to the surface.

More. He needed more of this woman.

Frank lifted her and tumbled them to the floor, barely catching himself before his full weight hit her. Journey didn’t miss a beat. She wrapped her legs around his waist and nipped his bottom lip again. Each move conveyed a desire no longer in check, an all-encompassing need only he could fulfill.

Do not fuck Journey King on the floor of your office.

He caught her hands and shifted to pin them beneath the small of her back. The only hope he had of keeping some measure of control was ensuring she didn’t touch him. He shifted over her body, trailing kisses over each of her tight pink nipples and down her stomach to her silk panties. Make her feel good. Make her forget whatever it is that’s chasing her. “Spread for me, Duchess.” When she didn’t move fast enough, he bit her thigh.

Instead of obeying, she clamped her thighs around his head. “More.”

He did it again, working his way down one inner thigh and back up the other. Marking her. Frank dragged his mouth over her panties, and he couldn’t contain a groan when he found her soaked. The scent of her need was more intoxicating than any whiskey he’d ever consumed. Consuming her sounded better and better. He licked down one side of the soft fabric and then closed his mouth over her completely.

Journey keened, her back bowing, her thighs shaking, her hips bucking against his mouth. Beneath the carefully cultivated exterior, she was a wild thing that had its wings clipped somewhere along the way. No one possessed that many restraints unless they were hiding something—or hiding from something. He sucked her clit through the silk, tonguing her even as he denied himself the removal of that last barrier. He could taste her, and it drove him mad. Frank released her wrists and gripped her thighs, forcing them wide so he had better access to her. More. She’s almost there.

His cock was so fucking hard, he had to fight to keep from taking her right there on the floor as he fucked her with his tongue as well as he could without removing the panties. He growled, and her cry rose in perfect counterpoint. “Frank, please!”

No more playing around.

He sucked her clit hard, using his lips and tongue and teeth to work her until he had to pin her in place. Her legs started shaking and her cries rose, and still he didn’t back off. Her entire body went tight as her orgasm rolled over her, the tension in her muscles turning her into a statue for one eternal second before she exhaled in a rush and went slack.

That’s enough.

He rested his forehead against her lower stomach and closed his eyes. Stop now. You gave her what she needed. If you keep going, you’re taking advantage of a woman who wouldn’t choose this otherwise. He inhaled, but it only made things worse. He could smell her. It would be the easiest thing in the world to tug her panties to the side and lick her without any barriers in place. To tongue her pussy until she was back on the edge, begging him to make her come again and again.

Until they both lost control and he had her riding his cock.

Frank knelt between Journey’s spread thighs and drank in the picture she made, her pale skin flushed with pleasure he’d given her, her eyes dazed and a small smile tugging at the edges of her lips. She lifted her head and looked down her body. “You didn’t even take my thong off.”

The fabric was wet from his mouth—from her desire. It felt as if another man had taken control of his body as Frank reached down and hooked two fingers around the soaked silk. He had to close his eyes as his knuckles brushed her clit, her wet pussy that was more than ready for his cock, and he pulled her panties off. He tucked them into his pocket as she watched. “I’ll call you a cab.”

Journey sat up, some of the pleasure leaving her face. “What?” Hurt lingered at the edge of her expression, and he could no more leave it unanswered than he could let her walk out of his office fifteen minutes ago.

He leaned forward and gripped the back of her neck, bringing her up to press her forehead against his. “If you fuck me tonight, you’ll regret it, Duchess. You’d wake up in the morning and let shame override how good everything I’d do to you felt.”