months? Quelle horreur, ma chérie . Surely there’s something I can do to make it up to you …”
“A day off would do. Or two. Or …”
“Or …?”
Kingsley brought his other hand between her knees and eased her thighs apart.
“King …” Nora said in a warning tone, a warningKingsley didn’t heed. He brought his mouth down and kissed her bare knee. Slowly he pushed her skirt higher with his mouth.
“I’m at your service, Maîtresse ,” he whispered against her skin.
Nora groaned at the back of her throat. Damn that man. All of New York’s Underground considered Kingsley Edge their King of Kink. Sexy accent, handsome face, beautiful body, mysterious past … he was born to be the perfect Dominant and would have been but for one small thing–secretly he was a Switch.
Just like her.
“Your orders, Maîtresse ?”
“Just keep doing that. I’ll think of some orders in a minute or two.”
He slipped her panties down her legs and Nora’s thighs fell open.
“You don’t let me do this with any of my clients,” Nora reminded him as he parted her folds with his fingertips. He kissed her clitoris gently at first and then with greater force and hunger.
Kingsley paused for a moment to answer, “I hadn’t planned on paying for this.”
“Good. Because I’m out of your price range.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed his head back down. When Kingsley laughed his rich French laugh into her, Nora gasped. One booted ankle landed on the back of the seat. There. That would give Mr and Mrs SUV behind them something to talk about.
Nora clung to the leather interior as Kingsley pushed two fingers into her and found her g-spot. She clenchedaround his hand as her hips rose up. He worked all the magic his French tongue had on her. The muscles in her lower back tightened. The pressure built hard and high. After a few minutes of the Kingsley Edge treatment, she came with the force of two miserable months of celibacy behind her.
Panting, she lifted her head and watched Kingsley sit up and run the back of his hand over his wet lips. She wanted to kiss him, to taste herself, to thank him for the pleasure and the attention. But he was her boss. And she’d hardly thank the man for one orgasm when he was the reason she’d gone two months without.
“Lovely,” Nora said as she pulled her leg out of the back window. “But that only makes up for about a week.”
Kingsley gave her his best French pout.
“Oh fine. Two weeks then. But it’ll take more than a backseat …” Nora paused, realizing she of all people couldn’t come up with the female equivalent of blow-job, decided to make one up, “a backseat v.j. to make up for two months of nothing.”
Kingsley sighed as he sat back and adjusted his trousers. Clearly he was in the mood to knock out another week or two.
“Please …” Nora stared at him and let the mask of the infamous Dominatrix fall off her face. “I’m tired, King. And I’m …” She couldn’t quite get the word out. Kingsley had said “frustrated.” The more accurate term would have been “lonely.”
He studied her face in silence. He must have seen the truth in her words, in her eyes. She sensed his resistancegive way.
“You are a dangerous woman, Nora Sutherlin. This is the last time I employ someone more manipulative than I.”
“I learned from the best.” She smiled at him, a shallow hollow smile that covered the loneliness they both felt for the one man who could twist them both around his perfect fingers. But she wouldn’t think about him today. Or ever again.
Nora said nothing more as she watched Kingsley wrestle with what little was left of his conscience.
“One month vacation.”
Nora sagged in the seat. She could have cried with relief and kissed the French out of the man with gratitude but …
“But.”
“But? I should have known there would be a but.” Nora sat back up again and gave Kingsley’s “but” the attention it
“A day off would do. Or two. Or …”
“Or …?”
Kingsley brought his other hand between her knees and eased her thighs apart.
“King …” Nora said in a warning tone, a warningKingsley didn’t heed. He brought his mouth down and kissed her bare knee. Slowly he pushed her skirt higher with his mouth.
“I’m at your service, Maîtresse ,” he whispered against her skin.
Nora groaned at the back of her throat. Damn that man. All of New York’s Underground considered Kingsley Edge their King of Kink. Sexy accent, handsome face, beautiful body, mysterious past … he was born to be the perfect Dominant and would have been but for one small thing–secretly he was a Switch.
Just like her.
“Your orders, Maîtresse ?”
“Just keep doing that. I’ll think of some orders in a minute or two.”
He slipped her panties down her legs and Nora’s thighs fell open.
“You don’t let me do this with any of my clients,” Nora reminded him as he parted her folds with his fingertips. He kissed her clitoris gently at first and then with greater force and hunger.
Kingsley paused for a moment to answer, “I hadn’t planned on paying for this.”
“Good. Because I’m out of your price range.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed his head back down. When Kingsley laughed his rich French laugh into her, Nora gasped. One booted ankle landed on the back of the seat. There. That would give Mr and Mrs SUV behind them something to talk about.
Nora clung to the leather interior as Kingsley pushed two fingers into her and found her g-spot. She clenchedaround his hand as her hips rose up. He worked all the magic his French tongue had on her. The muscles in her lower back tightened. The pressure built hard and high. After a few minutes of the Kingsley Edge treatment, she came with the force of two miserable months of celibacy behind her.
Panting, she lifted her head and watched Kingsley sit up and run the back of his hand over his wet lips. She wanted to kiss him, to taste herself, to thank him for the pleasure and the attention. But he was her boss. And she’d hardly thank the man for one orgasm when he was the reason she’d gone two months without.
“Lovely,” Nora said as she pulled her leg out of the back window. “But that only makes up for about a week.”
Kingsley gave her his best French pout.
“Oh fine. Two weeks then. But it’ll take more than a backseat …” Nora paused, realizing she of all people couldn’t come up with the female equivalent of blow-job, decided to make one up, “a backseat v.j. to make up for two months of nothing.”
Kingsley sighed as he sat back and adjusted his trousers. Clearly he was in the mood to knock out another week or two.
“Please …” Nora stared at him and let the mask of the infamous Dominatrix fall off her face. “I’m tired, King. And I’m …” She couldn’t quite get the word out. Kingsley had said “frustrated.” The more accurate term would have been “lonely.”
He studied her face in silence. He must have seen the truth in her words, in her eyes. She sensed his resistancegive way.
“You are a dangerous woman, Nora Sutherlin. This is the last time I employ someone more manipulative than I.”
“I learned from the best.” She smiled at him, a shallow hollow smile that covered the loneliness they both felt for the one man who could twist them both around his perfect fingers. But she wouldn’t think about him today. Or ever again.
Nora said nothing more as she watched Kingsley wrestle with what little was left of his conscience.
“One month vacation.”
Nora sagged in the seat. She could have cried with relief and kissed the French out of the man with gratitude but …
“But.”
“But? I should have known there would be a but.” Nora sat back up again and gave Kingsley’s “but” the attention it
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