The VIP Room: King Part 9

She sat on the side of his bed, completely naked except for the tiny bra covering her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her hands then went to the clasp on the front, but King beat her to it, unsnapping it with a flick of his fingers.

His expressionless face swiftly turned to one of l.u.s.t. He jerked his shirt off, snapping several of the b.u.t.tons as he toed off his shoes. Evie bent forward, unbuckling his trousers and unzipping them, pulling out his c.o.c.k.

Evie gave a murmur of approval. "Not bad for an old man." d.a.m.n, a younger man in his twenties would be envious of the erection she held in her hand. Unable to resist, she scooted to the edge of the bed, taking his c.o.c.k in her mouth.

"f.u.c.k," King hissed.

Evie smiled against him as she took him to the back of her throat in an experienced move she had perfected long ago. Her fingers pulled him out of his pants farther to be able to reach more of him. She felt King sliding his pants down and kicking them away without budging his c.o.c.k from her greedy mouth. Her tongue slid up and down his length as she took him to the back of her throat, swallowing against him.

His hands went to her hair, but he didn't try to push her down on him; instead, he used it to keep her steady as he began f.u.c.king her mouth. Her hand went to his b.a.l.l.s, lifting the heavy sacs as she explored them while taking him even deeper.

Evie slid out of the bed, going to her knees on the floor. Taking her mouth off his c.o.c.k, she went between his thighs to suck one ball, then the other into her mouth, her tongue lashing the tender flesh.

King used his hand in her hair to bring her back to his c.o.c.k, guiding her back with his hand. "Open your mouth."

Evie willingly opened her mouth, letting him thrust back inside. She rubbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s against his thighs, teasing her nipples as his thrusts sped up. Evie thought he was about to come; however, he had already lasted longer than she'd thought he would.

His hand pulled her hair as he jerked her head away from his c.o.c.k, using it to make her stand. As he tossed her onto the bed, Evie panted, waiting to see what he was going to do next.

When King turned to the nightstand, Evie saw him pull out a condom, putting it on. She parted her thighs, her hand going between her legs as she stroked her c.l.i.t. His face tensed as he watched her.

Reaching forward, he slapped her hand. Shocked, Evie removed her hand.

"This is mine until I'm done with it. That means no one touches it, pleasures it, but me. And that includes you."

Evie became angry. "f.u.c.k off then."

"I'm going to get off in about ten minutes when I finish f.u.c.king that p.u.s.s.y of yours."

Evie started to argue but decided against it. Why start an argument over something he didn't mean anyway and she had no intention of obeying?

"Then get to it, or I'll let my fingers do the job."

King laughed. "The problem is you've forgotten how much going slow can build your o.r.g.a.s.m."

"You're going to give me a lesson on f.u.c.king?"

"It will be one you will never forget."

Evie's head fell back on the mattress laughing, until King slammed his c.o.c.k home in one thrust. Then, her laughter turned to a long moan as he began building her pa.s.sion by tilting her pelvis up, his c.o.c.k sliding against her g-spot with every hard thrust. His hand pressed down on her belly, making her shudder at the feel of him inside her. d.a.m.n, he knew how to f.u.c.k.

Evie wiggled her hips, trying to thrust against him, but he controlled her movements.

"I like having you underneath me, Evie. I like your tight p.u.s.s.y wrapped around my c.o.c.k. d.a.m.n, it's hard to pick which one I want: to come in your p.u.s.s.y or your mouth."

"My p.u.s.s.y. I need to come," Evie threw in her vote.

"Are you always a greedy b.i.t.c.h when you f.u.c.k?"

"Yes, and I prefer doing it without all the chit-chat," she moaned.

King's hands tightened on her thighs, spreading her wider while his thumb brushed against her c.l.i.t before sliding under the hood giving her the added friction she needed.

Evie felt her climax strike with waves of sensations that had her tossing on his bed, gripping his c.o.c.k with her inner muscles. King groaned above her, pushing her legs up and pulling her hips closer, making her take every inch of his c.o.c.k as he came.

When he finished, he pulled out then took off his condom, throwing it away in the trashcan beside the bed.

Evie tiredly closed her legs as she felt herself lifted and placed on the middle of the bed. The s.e.x and alcohol she'd consumed were finally hitting her. With only a brief hour's sleep the night before, she was exhausted.

As King started to wake her up, she sensed he didn't want her to sleep in his bed, but she had no intention of getting up. She heard him picking up their clothes from the floor before going to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, she climbed beneath the covers, snuggling down into the bed. Stretching out, she let her body relax on the silken sheets.

"He might never get me out of this bed." Her drowsy voice filled the oversized bedroom.

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d could f.u.c.k, so she might manage to have some fun in Queen City while she did what Shade wanted. No one said she couldn't find out everything she needed to know about King and still enjoy herself. If she could get him to lower his guard, she would be able to find out more about him while keeping her emotions contained. She was confident she could remain neutral. He didn't stand a shot in h.e.l.l of getting inside her heart-it was already taken.

Chapter 11.

Sometime the next morning, a sharp smack on her a.s.s woke her.

"Hey!" Evie mumbled, burrowing further under the pillow lying over the back of her head.

"I have to go to work."

"So? Go and leave me alone."

She felt the bed sink down next to her, his hand soothing the tingling on her a.s.s before his mouth brushed her neck. "You owe me one."

Evie turned her head to the side, opening one eye. "If you've got the time, I've got the skill."

"Don't tempt me. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes; I've got to go. I'll send Henry back for you. He'll be downstairs when you're ready."

"Okay."

King's mouth kissed her lips briefly before he rose from the bed.

"King?"

"Yes?"

"Next time, leave me a note. Don't wake me up." She rolled over, sitting up in bed and rubbing her bleary eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Do that." She plopped backwards on the bed, pulling the pillow back over her face. "I'm on vacation, dammit."

His laughter followed him out the door as he slammed it behind him.

"Mother-f.u.c.ker." She wouldn't be able to go back to sleep.

Taking her dress and underwear, she went into the bathroom where she showered and washed her hair; it didn't take long. Evie then stepped out of the shower, dressing quickly. Brushing her hair, she blow-dried it only long enough to take the wetness out, leaving it still damp.

Evie went into the bedroom, taking a deep breath and pushing the guilt down as she began her search.

"You want me to send Henry to get her?"

"No, leave her alone." King watched the security camera with his head of security. Taking a puff of his cigar, he stared at Evie as she searched through his drawers and closet. She even searched under his bed and mattress before going into the other room. The other room was treated the same before she put on her shoes and purse, going out the door without a backward glance.

"Call Henry and tell him she's on the way down, and put one of Jackal's men on her. I want her watched twenty-four hours unless she is with me."

"Got it."

King went out of the security room that was next-door to his office. Going to his desk, he opened the folder waiting for him; Jackal had handed it to him at their meeting. King drank his coffee while he read. When he finished, he sat back smoking his cigar. He should have checked her out before when he first realized he was attracted to her. He refused to feel guilty over some of the things he had said to her, though. How was he supposed to know she had been dealt a s.h.i.tty hand?

King began wavering in his outright judgment on Shade, as well. It was hard to judge them when his own life was much dirtier than theirs, and some of the things they had done were to right wrongs done to them.

Evie had been dealt with the worst. She had downplayed the viciousness she had suffered after her rape by the commanding officer. She had been a d.a.m.n good Corpsman, and the Navy had lost a woman who'd had dreams of making the military a home. She had easily transferred her loyalty to The Last Riders, and King couldn't blame her.

He switched focus, bringing his mind back to work. He began making phone calls and taking appointments from those needing to be discreet. He also set up an important meeting with Ice. It took him the better part of the day before he could even take time to eat, and afterwards, before he went back to work, he called Evie.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Evie."

"How did you get my number?"

"I looked on your phone before I left."

"The phone was in my purse."

"Yes, it was." King couldn't hide the smile in his voice.

"Haven't you heard it's bad manners to snoop?" King thought that was hilarious coming from the woman who had searched through his underwear drawer.

"Sorry." He wasn't, just as he was sure she felt no recrimination for searching his apartment.

"What do you want?"

"Have dinner with me at the club."

"You want me to eat with you while women are on the stage naked?"

"Yes."

"Sounds like fun. What time?"

"Eight."

When she hung the phone up on him before he could say anything else, it actually made him smile. She was the first woman he could truly admit he liked. However, he would see her long enough to find out a weakness of The Last Riders then cut her loose like he did the rest of his women before she became entrenched in his life too deeply. He could f.u.c.k her and remain detached; he couldn't let her get too close because his life was too dangerous until he could talk Desmond into taking over completely. He didn't want to see her hurt; she had her own demons in her life to deal with without taking his.

He went back to work, stopping only when it became dark. He headed over to the shower in his adjoining bathroom and dressed in a clean suit for the night ahead.

Going downstairs, he sat in his booth, facing the door instead of the stage. When she came through the door, she was wearing a black leather miniskirt that barely covered her a.s.s with heels that made her walk s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. Her top was a leather vest with tiny cutouts, and you could see her flesh underneath. Her black bra had a tiny amount of lace showing at the top. She slid into the booth across from him.

"What are you doing?" King asked.

She tilted her head at him inquisitively.

"Get your a.s.s over here."

As Evie slid back out of the booth, King stood up, bending down to kiss her mouth. She opened to him immediately, letting his tongue in. When he found himself tempted to tongue f.u.c.k her, he broke away and guided her into the booth on his side before sliding in next to her.

"You're busy tonight."

"We're always busy."

"Is that Sherri on the stage?"

"Yes." Sherri was wearing a wig and mask tonight. She was always experimenting with costumes to see which would get her bigger tips.

"Ask if I can borrow that costume sometime. It looks like fun."

"No, it doesn't." She was dressed as a dominatrix.

"You're no fun. Don't you enjoy playing it kinky sometimes?"

"Not when it involves me being the one flogged."

"Don't tell me, you can dish it out but can't take it."

"I've never used a flogger on a woman in my life."

"Want to?" Her question created images of her bent over his desk with her naked a.s.s presented to him in the perfect position.

King laughed, shaking his head before he admitted, "I have laughed more in the last two days than I have over the last two years."

"You're too serious; you need to lighten up."

His private chef brought out two plates of food, setting them down on the table. Evie uncovered her plate, staring down at the burger and fries.