Page 32 of Devoured By You
“And you’re making me wet.” Sliding her hand up my thigh, she put her mouth next to my ear. “Shall we go?”
Without waiting for an answer, she rose from the booth. I almost tripped over my feet in my haste to follow her.
Addison held out her hand toward her two friends and tapped her palm. “Pay up, bishes.”
“Pay up for what?” Jill asked.
“I bet you wouldn’t last until after coffee, and I was right.”
“Fuck off.” Jill smiled.
Addison giggled. “Enjoy yourself, kiddos. Remember, stay safe.”
“I hate you.”
“You love me, and I love you. See you in the morning. I’ll have a rubber ring ready for you to sit on.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter. Addison was one of those women who were both annoying and endearing at the same time. I slid my arm around Jill’s waist, savoring the way her body fused with mine. Brushing my thumb over her hip, I buried my nose in her hair.
“How do you feel about a little delayed gratification?”
She peered up at me, curious. “What did you have in mind?”
I steered her toward the piano bar, an intimate drinking establishment with low lighting, plush, private seating, and a sensual ambience. It was a place for lovers, for honeymooners, and for horny-as-fuck CEOs who owed the woman they’d devoured on board a commercial jet a taste of seduction. Despite my one-and-done attitude, I didn’t treat the women I banged as nothing more than a hole for my dick. I liked to wine and dine and play footsie under the table. To stare into their eyes over a crisp glass of expensive wine and let my blood fill with lust as I imagined all the things I’d do to them when we were alone.
Jill deserved that, and so much more. I wanted to give her more than explosive orgasms. She deserved my undivided attention—a chance for me to get to know a little about her and have her get to know the me behind the corporate image.
Jeez, Kingcaid. Who the fuck are you?
The moment we entered the bar, several members of my crew jumped to attention as if the floor had become a furnace that burned their feet. Some of my business associates loved the power of having others fawn over you, but I’d never enjoyed the sycophantic nature of being rich and holding their careers in my hands. I preferred people to treat me as they would anyone else, even though it was a hopeless yearning. To them, I was the boss, the big cheese, the man who hired and fired at will. As they got to know me over the next two weeks, they’d relax a little, but I’d always garner that “Oh, fuck” reaction. Comes with the territory, I guess.
“Mr. Kingcaid. Ma’am.” The first crew member to reach us bobbed his head. “How can I be of assistance?”
I produced my friendliest smile to put him at ease. “A booth for two.” I scanned the bar, my gaze alighting on the perfect spot, a table tucked away in a dark corner. “That one is perfect.” For so many reasons.
He followed my sight line and nodded, leading the way. I could tell he was trying his best to stand up straight and not trip over his feet. Jill looked up at me with a “Bless him” expression. I ushered her into the booth and sat beside her.
“Wine?”
“Sounds lovely.”
Without needing to see the menu, I ordered a bottle of mid-priced wine. Jill didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who’d demand, nor welcome, a one-hundred-grand, look-how-fucking-rich-I-am bottle.
Once the server had left us alone, I twisted my body to give her my full attention. I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, grazing the back of my hand along her neck. Goose bumps peppered her skin. It wasn’t cold in here. I smiled.
“I hope this is okay?”
Her eyes danced as her lips rose to meet them. “I know what you’re doing, and I appreciate it. But you’re aware that I’m kind of a sure thing, right?” She laughed before I could answer. “That makes me sound… easy.”
“No, it doesn’t. It makes you sound like a strong, confident woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to go out into the big, bad world and get it.” I continued caressing her neck, my thumb tracking her jawline. She rewarded me with an adorable shiver. “Let me seduce you a little. Foreplay makes the sexual act that much more explosive.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“Good.”
“Why did you introduce yourself to me as Blay when Aspen said no one calls you that?”
I withheld my answer until the server had set down the wine and two glasses. I waved him off when he offered to pour. Filling both glasses, I handed one to Jill.