Mr. King [Book 1]

Twenty-Three

"I want to get you naked. I want your soft skin against my own. I want to fuck you in those sexy heels, Miss Mason," Mr. King breathed against her lips, his breath warm and inviting.

Jesus fucking Christ. How could she possibly say no to something like that?

A low whimper escaped her lips as she pressed them against his – her open invitation to him. His mouth moved hungrily over hers as his hands ravaged her upper body. She wanted to be naked with him. She wanted everything he just said. Oh, god. She needed it.

"You are an addiction," he breathed against her jaw as he kissed down it, his fingers swiftly popping out the buttons on her shirt in the process.

She was happy that he decided not to rip it off of her body like he'd done in the past.

"Oh, Jesus," Katherine whimpered under her breath as her hormones went crazy from his touch and from his words, from his presence.

He tugged open the front of her shirt, exposing her white lace bra as his hands palmed at her breasts, his mouth working down the side of her neck. She gripped his shoulders tightly, not knowing what else she should do with her hands. She was so inexperienced with the passionate-fuck-in-the-middle-of-the-day-against-a-wall sex. But in true Mr. King fashion, he was raring to take the lead on this one, just like every other time.

His fingers gathered up the material of her shirt and pulled it out of the skirt before sliding it off of her shoulders, tugging it down her arms until it was in a heap on the floor. His mouth never seemed to leave her skin as he continued on his quest to get her naked. And suddenly she was standing in front of him wearing only her panties and heels, wondering how in the hell he was still dressed.

Katherine slipped her hands into his suit jacket, sliding it off his shoulders as his mouth finally broke away from her skin, his lust-filled eyes looking deeply into hers.

"I want your soft skin against my own," she repeated his words back to him and watched as his eyebrow cocked in appreciation.

He continued to watch her as she slid his tie out of its knot and dropped it onto the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, exposing his tanned hardened muscles and chest tattoo. His eyes never left her as she unfastened his belt and slacks, letting them drop to his ankles. The only movement he made was to kick off his shoes and step out of his trousers.

He was a sight standing in front of her wearing his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and his designer black socks.

"Innocent meets evil," he said lowly, stepping toward her, his arms boxing her against the door.

"You're not evil," she whispered, looking into his eyes. He just stared back into hers with a smoldering look.

"And I'm not innocent," she said a little braver, watching as his eyes flared with her words.

"Jesus Christ, Katherine," he groaned as his mouth fell to her bare shoulder, biting her gently as his hand came up to cup her breast.

She let out a tiny cry with his teeth on her, and he quickly soothed the spot with a kiss before his lips moved across her shoulder.

"Katherine," he breathed as his mouth traveled across her clavicle, down her chest, and down the length of her torso until he was on his knees in front of her.

It was a powerful feeling standing above someone like that. Now she understood why he loved it so much.

Mr. King slipped her panties down her legs before she stepped out of them. Another moment later, he gripped onto one of her legs, guiding it over his shoulder, spreading her legs in the process. His fingers found her vulva as he slipped them up and down her cleft before slowly sinking one inside of her.

Katherine closed her eyes, trying to focus on the feeling of his finger-fucking as a moan escaped her. She felt him kiss across her pelvis, causing her to suck in a breath and look down at him. His tongue was swirling around the skin as he moved his lips across it and it felt so intimate to her.

"Oh, god," she groaned, leaning her head back against the wall, closing her eyes again.

Mr. King slipped another finger in just as his mouth met her vagina, employing his tongue and lips to feed her with unprecedented pleasure.

Her body began to shake the longer he kept up his benevolent torment. She was sure her leg was going to give out if he kept up. If she hadn't had the wall to hold her up, she was sure she certainly would have collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Harrison, oh my god," she whimpered, hooking her fingers under his chin to stop him prematurely as every muscle in her body burned from the way he had her standing.

He looked up at her questioningly as her chest heaved uncontrollably.

"Fuck me," she told him simply and she saw the lust dilate in his eyes as he dropped her leg back onto the floor and ambled to his feet.

She bit her lip as he looked deeply into her eyes once they were face-to-face.

"Was this what you had in mind? Me naked against the door in just my heels?"

"Not exactly."

"Show me," she asserted, her voice coming out breathless as she spoke the words, and a shameless groan fell from his lips.

His movements were fast. Suddenly he dropped his boxer briefs, kicking them aside before he lifted her up in his arms, pressing her back against the door. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pressed inside of her. Her mouth fell open, letting out a satisfied moan as he completely filled her up.

"This... is what... I had... in mind," he grunted with every strong thrust, causing her to gasp each time.

"Oh, god," she groaned, dropping her face against his shoulder as she held on to him tightly.

His thrusts were unparalleled to anything she ever felt before, and she was consumed with unwavering pleasure racing through every part of her body as her back slid up and down the strong wooden door of his office.

She was certain her heels were digging into his ass, but she was also certain he was getting off on it. His fingers were dug into the flesh of her bottom as he pushed and pulled her along with him, and soon her grip on him was lessening as she relaxed against the door, letting the pleasure completely engulf her.

"Come, Katherine," he said, his voice husky and breathless as he watched her.

He must have been well-versed in reading when her orgasm was building, because as he said the words, she could feel it ravaging through her. Her heart was beating so fast inside her chest that she felt like it wanted to break free from her chest like a bird escaping its cage. Her whole body seemed to hum with electricity. And the desire flooding inside her was indescribable. She had no idea how Harrison managed to make her lose her mind every time he fucked her.

"Oh. My. God. Harrison. Mmm," Katherine groaned as her climax nearly ate her alive, her whole body singing for him.

Mr. King thrust harder and faster, making her orgasm linger longer as her breathing turned into loud gasps. And then she felt his body stiffen against hers, pinning her tighter to the door, his rhythm stopping completely, and she was sure he finished too. His chest heaved against her own, his breath whirring past her ear, and it all felt so intimate to her.

After a few moments of nothing but the beating of their hearts and their heavy breathing breaking the silence, Mr. King pulled back just enough to let her drop her legs and slide her body down the wall. Her equilibrium was a bit off, so she held onto him for a few moments.

They stood naked in front of each other, and it was breathtaking to Katherine to have this man want her and fantasize over her. But she knew deep down that even though he wanted her that way, it didn't mean her life was going to turn into some big Cinderella story. They could fuck as often as they wanted, but the reality still was that she was his maid – she was the woman who cleaned up his messes, even when she was the mess.

"Always a pleasure, Miss Mason," he said finally, causing her to bite her lip to keep the pleased look off of her face.

She was like Pavlov's dog when it came to that expression. He had her salivating for him again in an instant.