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“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, my eyes drifting closed as pleasure overtook me.
“No, dammit! Look at me, Ella. I want to see your eyes when you come,” he demanded fiercely.
My eyes flew open and met his. The raw need and desire in his expression was all I needed to fly over the edge, screaming his name as my body clamped down on his one final time.
“Fuuuuck!” he roared, pumping furiously into my body before collapsing over me.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. I could only feel the pounding of my heart against his. I could only hear harsh, heavy breathing, but I wasn’t sure which one of us it was. Maybe both. After several long moments, he slowly shifted, grasping the base of the condom as he pulled out of me with a low groan. I almost cried out at the loss, but he quickly tied off the condom and dropped it on the floor next to the bed, then pulled me into his arms.
“That was fuckin’ incredible, sugar.”
“God, yes it was,” was all I had to offer. My brain still hadn’t quite come back online, so I couldn’t manage any more words than that. I ran my fingers lightly through the hair on his chest, loving the feel of it and wishing I’d been able to explore his body a little more.
We lay there together for several minutes, and I lazily traced my index finger over the large tattoo on his arm. It was a ring of fire, similar to the one that made up the club’s insignia. This one though, had the front of a motorcycle coming through the flames. The 3-D effect was incredible, and I wondered if Rome had done the ink for him.
I shivered as the sheen of sweat on my body cooled rapidly in the air-conditioned room.
“I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back,” I murmured. I hated to leave the warmth of his arms, but a UTI shortly after Clayton and I had started sleeping together had taught me the importance of peeing after sex.
I took a few minutes to wash up while I was in there and was shocked to open the bathroom door to find a fully clothed King sitting on the end of the bed putting on his socks.
“I didn’t realize it was quite this late, sugar. I’m going to be late for a meeting.”
“You have a meetingtonight?” I couldn’t keep the surprise from my voice, since I knew it had to be well after eight o’clock by now.
He shrugged as he glanced at me over his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s club business.”
Ah, the mysterious club business I’d heard of. I suddenly felt self-conscious, standing there naked and exposed while King was fully dressed and ready to leave. He bent down to grab the used condom off the floor, and I made a mental note to clean that spot later.
He stood up and walked toward the bathroom, stopping long enough to kiss my temple. “I don’t have time for a shower, but I need to at least wash my face and clean up a little. I’ll never be able to concentrate if I’m breathing in your sweet scent all night.” He grinned and patted my bare ass, then strolled into the bathroom.
“Towels and washcloths are in the cabinet next to the sink,” I managed to tell him, then darted across the room to pick up my scattered clothes. I didn’t bother searching for my panties, or take time to put on my bra, but I wanted to at least have my T-shirt and shorts on before he came back out.
King exited the bathroom a few minutes later and quickly shrugged into his leather cut. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering on my boobs, which were clearly braless under my shirt. He smiled then and moved closer, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly.
“I wish I didn’t have to leave, sugar. I’ve enjoyed this evening. All of it, not just the sex.” The unease I’d felt at him leaving so abruptly faded a little at his words, and I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I wish you didn’t have to either,” I whispered, laying my head on his chest. The leather felt cool against my skin, and I burrowed deeper into his arms.
“Can we have lunch together tomorrow? Maybe you can come by the clubhouse again, and I’ll show you around.” I felt the words rumbling in his chest and smiled at the sensation. I lifted my head and tipped it back to look him in the eye.
He gave me a hopeful smile, and I let go of the last bit of discomfort I had over him leaving so soon. I’d assumed that the meeting was just an excuse to duck out after sex, but he was being so sweet and making plans for tomorrow that I felt a little guilty at misjudging him.
“That sounds like fun. What time?”
After a brief discussion of our work schedules, we decided to meet at twelve-thirty. King offered to order lunch in for us, and we settled on a Chinese restaurant we both liked.
“Shit, I really need to hit the road,” he told me, then kissed my cheek before letting go of me. He turned and hurried downstairs with me trailing behind him. Within minutes, he had put his boots on and walked out the door, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and a reminder to text him my food order.
I wandered into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, glancing at the clock on the microwave. Eight-forty-nine. I heaved a disgruntled sigh as I wondered what the hell kind of business meeting was being conducted at almost nine o’clock at night.
Quickly deciding that it wasn’t something I wanted to think about right now, I went upstairs to shower and strip my bed. Good Lord, we hadn’t even taken the time to pull back any of the bedding earlier. I grinned as I admitted to myself that the sex had been so amazing, it was definitely worth the extra load of laundry that washing the comforter would require.
The next morning, I could hardly wait to see King again. Since I was working from home all day, I was dressed far more casually than I had been yesterday. Even so, I took extra care with my appearance and knew that the fitted shirt and capris I wore flattered my curves. I had carefully applied my makeup, and for once, my hair cooperated and fell in soft waves around my shoulders. All in all, I was feeling sexy and confident enough to face any half-naked women who tried to lay claim to King today.
I pulled into the compound right at twelve-thirty and parked next to the motorcycle that I recognized as King’s. There was no one around outside, so walked through the door and paused, giving my eyes a moment to adjust from the bright sunlight to the slightly darkened interior.
I took note of a hallway to my right, and a staircase to my left. The room just beyond the entryway was huge, so I assumed it was the common room Pop had mentioned once. As I walked in, there were a couple of club members eating at a table in the corner, but I didn’t recognize either of them. I glanced around, taking in the pool tables and dart board on one side, the half-dozen empty tables scattered around, and the bar that spanned one entire wall on the opposite side.
