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I didn’t know where we were going, but I was enjoying every second of the ride. My lips skimmed over his neck, leavinggoosebumps in their wake. When I rasped my teeth against his earlobe, he did a little stutter step and cursed.

“There is no way we’re making it upstairs.” He groaned. “Damn, baby.”

The next thing I knew, the couch was against my back and King was on top of me. But I didn’t care where we were. I had a gorgeous, ravenous man on top of me.

I was right where I wanted to be.

“Oh, King,” I groaned as he went back to suckling my breast even as his fingers were skating over my mound. My thighs were already open to him as he skimmed down the seam of my lips that were slick with my need. That slight touch felt like electricity arcing through me. And was immediately followed by a deep throbbing. I’d never felt anything like it.

I opened my thighs wider, and King countered the move by gently thrusting a finger inside me.

I whimpered. It’d been…solong.

Don’t get me wrong—I masturbated—but there was a huge difference between my slender fingers and King’s thick, blunt ones. And Kingston Grier was a master at fingering. His fingers danced, teasing, thrusting, nudging my clit. He constantly kept me guessing until I was all but begging.

“Oh god. I want… I need… King! Please.”

He hummed in a deep bass note. “What’s my baby need? A little more of this?”

Then he did a twisting, thrusting motion with his fingers deep inside me while nudging my clit, and I swore I saw stars. My thighs clenched tight around him while my body bowed. Pleasure crashed over me, again and again, as he continued to pet my clit. Finally I all but kicked him away from me.

“No. No! Too much,” I mewled as I tried to roll away.

And the bastard just laughed. “As soon as you’re done squeezing my fingers, I’ll take them back.”

I groaned while I forced my boneless body to roll onto my back. King’s fingers slipped out of my body, and he gently kissed my lips before he moved away.

I heard some faint rustling, but I was too busy basking in my post-orgasm euphoria to pay attention. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come that hard. The man should be in the fingering Olympics. Was that a thing? It damn well should’ve been if not.

Friends with bennies was awesome. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

“Something funny over there you’d like to share with the class?” King’s low question snapped me out of my mental paradise and back to reality.

Where I was completely naked on his couch while he was standing in front of me, equally naked, and rolling on a condom.

If they could’ve, my eyes would’ve zoomed out of my head like a cartoon.

King’s body was insane.

He was all designer-underwear model perfection. From his rock-hard pecs to his six-pack to the vee-cut that flawlessly framed his amazing package. I had to wipe under my lips because I was seriously afraid I drooled. Either the condom framed him in a certain way, or maybe it was the fact that he shaved everything, but either way, the man looked stacked.

Did he seriously thinkthatwas going to fit inside me?

“Briar?”

I jerked my gaze back to his face and found him smirking at me.

“See something you like?”

“No, kinda the opposite.”

King blinked, his smile falling away. “Wait, are you serious?”

“There is no way you are getting near me with that thing.”

King blinked at me again, clearly at a loss for words.

And I lost it. Wrapped my arms around my belly, while I laughed and laughed. “You should see your face.”


Tags: Gillian Archer Romance