Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
She was caught off guard as she snapped free of her trance and found herself looking at Paul Turner. He introduced himself to her and gave King one of those half assed hugs men give one another with a clap on the back.
"Jo, I understand you’ve felt a bit cheated by whatever transaction my brother had undertaken with you. If you wanted to change your mind about the deal, I daresay we could come to an arrangement."
"Oh?"
"We would see that you didn't lose out. I quite understand that you don't want to lose the money you put down."
"Yes?"
"I assume you've already put in for a building permit. I'd be happy to buy that too when it comes through."
She didn't answer. She was too confused. Why was she discussing this with the supposedly uninvolved brother? Why hadn't she heard from Saul since his visit? As usual with these two, nothing was clear. Why was Saul, who had sold her the house, now letting his brother try to buy it back? Who was she to believe? What was she to do?
“Not tonight, Paul. I’ve been out of town for a few days and we’re here to just enjoy ourselves. Give us a call tomorrow and we’ll talk business,” King interjected before steering her away.
“I didn’t need you to do that,” she told him once they were out of earshot.
“I know,” he replied, retrieving two glasses of champagne from a waiter and handing one to her.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Perhaps it was the champagne, but King wasn’t putting up a show for the masses when they arrived back at his place after the gallery exhibition. There was no audience to perform in front of when he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close to him.
“I’ve been dying to touch you all night. Is this okay? I know it’s not a part of the deal, but you look so ravishing in that dress.”
It had been so long, too long, since anyone had touched her in any intimate way. She craved it, even if they were both a bit tipsy and it meant nothing. She wanted him and wasn’t about to shy away.
“It’s fine,” she moaned, as his lips grazed her ear and began a descent downward across her flesh.
Within seconds, they were all over one another. He pushed her up against the back of the front door, kissing her passionately and she wrapped her legs around him. He loved the way his hardness felt pressed against her as his tongue twirled lazily with hers. He pulled away, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her to his bedroom where he began slowly undressing her.
“Fuck me, King. Just throw me across the bed and take me,” she moaned.
He didn’t hesitate, ripping off the last remnants of her clothes and flipping her over onto her stomach. There was only the sound of his belt coming off and his zipper coming down. Then he was pushing her legs apart, his rough hands digging into her ass as he pulled her toward the edge of the bed and plunging into her pussy. She let out a loud cry as he entered her forcefully, moving in and out of her with deep, hard strokes. She continued to gasp and cry out, seeming to enjoy his rough handling, her body jerking back and forth with the strength of his movements. The headboard clanged loudly against the wall with every powerful thrust.
The room was quiet except for the sound of the animal noises they emitted as their skin slapped together seductively. The sex was loud and violent, just as they both seemed to want. Though she loved soft, slow lovemaking, there was also a part of her that really enjoyed things just like this. She couldn’t get enough of the way he didn’t hold back when she wanted him to take her.
King showed no signs of letting up, continuing to drive into her time and time again, enjoying the sound of her moans and cries as they grew louder. It was a real turn on for both of them and he loved hearing her grow louder and louder. Climax was so close now. There was nothing gentle about this tryst. It was passionate, animalistic sex. God, she loved it.
Jo closed her eyes, biting her lip as he continued to plunge into her again and again.
“No, open your eyes, Jo. Look at me,” he told her. She did as he asked. “That’s my girl. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
Her skin glistened with sweat, giving her that alluring sex glow that women always wanted to achieve by having mind blowing sex. Flames engulfed his body, setting him on fire as feral butterflies banged heavily around in his stomach. Suddenly, her flood gates opened. Jo dug her nails heavily into his back, causing him to cry out as she came forcefully, her legs shaking with the release.