“And what is it to you, Kingsley Ames, who I do and don’t have sex with?”
“It’smybusiness,” he hissed fiercely. “I’m making itonlymy business. Permanently.”
What was that supposed to mean?I thought, startled.
“So last night must’ve been cool for you,” Kingsley told Matt icily. “You must’ve been pretty pumped, I guess. How long have you had this little crush on her?”
Matt flushed, and I knew Kingsley was taunting him.
But Kingsley’s brown eyes were hard, and I could see his chest rise and fall, that tight T-shirt molded to his chest.
If he didn’t want me to sleep with who I chose, he should’ve done something about it. He was too late.
“Last night wasamazing,” I said. “He really worshippedeverypart of the body, if you know what I mean.”
Kingsley choked on his drink, dribbling a mouthful of beer down the front of his shirt.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he snarled.
I smirked. “I think you know exactly what it means.”
I deliberately crossed my legs and swung my feet up in the air.
“Didyoulethimsuck your goddamn toes?” he hissed, sucking in a furious breath.
“Of course,” I said. “He had my toes in his mouth all night long.”
Kings gripped the table so hard I heard it cracking.
“You goddamn shithead!” he snarled to Matt.
“Bo, what? What? I’m sure she does that with every?—"
I felt a whoosh of air under my feet as Kingsley pulled me from my chair, and down the hallway into the shadows, with a strong arm around my waist, pinning me against the cool marble walls.
He was breathing hard, his eyes flaring as he boxed me in.
“What all did he do to you? Whatever he did, I’ll do it better and longer.”
His body was pressed down on mine, his belt buckle digging into my belly. I felt the heated flush of his bare skin on mine as he pulled my shirt up, gripping me hard around the waist.
But fuck this guy.
For years he had run the show and now that he hadn’t had sex with me for liketwo dayshe was going to go crazy and act like he wanted more? Nah.
“I don’t even want to tell you what he did. You can’t handle it.”
“What? You mean the toe thing? Just let me.Let meat your toes. You know I’ve always had a thing for your toes, and you’ve never letmeat them.”
“The toe thing was a warm-up for him, Kings.”
“What? Did he tie you up? Spank you?”
I snorted, rolling my eyes. “You’re such a fucking amateur.”
His hard cock was digging into my belly.
“What? Took you in the ass?”
