Just My Luck (King Family, #2)

by Lena Hendrix

There were worse things in the world than lying beside the hottest man on the planet, knowing he was completely off limits. Trouble was, I couldn’t seem to think of a single one.

I’d kissed the fuck out of Abel, and my body was screaming to do it again. I’d wanted to do that ever since this morning when I’d awoken to find his rock-hard cock pressed against my ass as he cuddled me. Did I pretend to be sleeping and ever so slightly rock my hips back to feel more of it? You’re goddamned right I did.

Achingly slowly, Sloane freed my cock. For a moment she stared before whispering, “Holy shit.” I gripped the base, squeezing. “We don’t have to do anything.” It nearly killed me to get the words out, but I meant them. Sloane’s hands ran over my hips. “I want it. It’s just . . . wow. I figured it would be big after I saw you walking to the bathroom this morning, but . . .” She rubbed her palms together, warming them. “This is going to take a team effort.”

My fingertips tangled in her hair as I palmed her face. “Hey.” Her doe eyes looked up at me. Her lips stretched around my cock as she kept me in her mouth. “I want more,” I said. She released me. “More?” I lifted her by the elbow and pressed her body into mine, holding her close. In her ear, I whispered, “I want you to ride my face while you choke on my cock. I want you to do it all while you stifle your screams into my pillow.”

And they say romance is dead. 😏

“Yes, boss.” She took one step back, moving a hand across her chest and disappearing below the hemline of her shirt. “But if you want this, you’ll have to come and get it.” Her eyebrow lifted as she took two steps back. With a playful look, she lifted the bottom of her shirt, flashing me the tiniest glimpse of her naked body. With a stifled squeal, she took off running down the hallway toward the primary bedroom. Fucking brat.

Fuck, why did she have to be so pretty?

Sloane’s hand reached out and gripped my shirt, pulling me toward her. Her mouth moved over mine in a quick, chaste kiss that left me aching for more. “Shut up.” I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” A grin spread across her face as her sultry voice filled my head. “Oh, I like that.”

I leaned down, brushing my lips across her brow, peppering soft kisses around her eye and across her cheekbone. Every kiss was a silent promise to protect her. Her hazel eyes slid to mine. “Abel, what are you doing?” I took her face in my hands. “I am giving you the kindness and affection that you deserve.” My lips brushed hers. “Is this all right?”

“If you want to keep that arm, I suggest you get your hands off my fucking wife.”

He was here. Fighting for me. Fighting for us.

The man I’d fallen for was grumpy, brooding, and head over heels in love with me. . . . And, really, that’s just my luck.