The King

“If they get caught together, they’re moving to Denmark,” Kingsley said. “I think he’s already planned for it.”


“Will you go with them?”

“I tried to learn Danish once. Gave up trying. Russian was easier if that tells you anything.”

“Good,” Sam said. “Then you should just stay here with me.”

She pushed her hip into his leg, and he felt the heat radiating from her body.

Heat?

“I have to say, the thought of you playing with a little girl and her unicorn? So stinking cute. My ovaries want to hug you.”

Kingsley laughed. “I like kids,” he said. Not that he would ever have them. Women tended to want marriage and commitment along with their children, something he didn’t think he could give anyone. Yet, the hope remained.

“You’re amazing.” Sam ran her hand over his chest and kissed his shoulder. “I still can’t believe you were jealous because you saw me kissing someone you thought was a man. That’s adorable.”

“I’ve killed people. I’m not adorable.”

“You are. And you’re very pretty, too,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

“Sam, you’re f lirting with me.”

“I am, aren’t I? That’s a weird thing for a lesbian to do with a man.”

“You are what you are,” Kingsley said. “And I would never try to change you. But if you ever want to play with me, it would be my honor.”

Kingsley rolled onto his side. Sam lay inches from him. She had a full lush mouth, a bow to her bottom lip and her eyes were hooded with the unmistakable look of arousal. Whether it was him that had done it or the story he’d told her, he didn’t care. She was boyish and beautiful and brilliant and he had to touch her.

So he touched her.

Not wanting to scare her, he touched only her lips with his fingertips.

“I’m not used to men wanting me,” she said. “Not men like you. Men who can have any woman they wanted.”

“Get used to it.”

“That story made me really turned on.”

“Do you want to go play in my Rolls Royce?” he teased. “I’ll bring a belt.”

Sam giggled—a beautiful sound, girlish and innocent. She took a fistful of sheet and raised it, covering the lower half of her face like a veil.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said, pulling the cover down.

“I’m hiding from me,” she said. “And from that.”

She looked downward with a meaningful gleam in her eyes. Having Sam lying in his bed, wearing his shirt, draped across his chest, breathing his air and listening while he bared his soul to her had aroused him almost to the point of pain.

“I won’t let it near you,” he said.

“Promise,” she said, peeking over the edge of her veil again.

“I promise. Does it make you nervous?”

Sam dropped the veil of her blanket and the mask of her feigned modesty.

“I have two brothers. Penises don’t scare me, and they don’t impress me. I have a whole collection of them back at my place. A couple of them even bigger than you.”

“I can’t win with you.”

“You can’t lose with me, either,” she said, serious now. “The reason I’m not scared of your big naked self… I trust you.”

“What do you trust me to do?”

“Will you touch me? Like he touched you in the car?”

“I would love to touch you,” Kingsley said.

“Hand only,” she said.

“I’ll keep all other body parts to myself.”

Sam paused before rolling on to her stomach. Kingsley slipped his hand under the back of her—his—shirt and tickled her.

The light touching turned into a light massage. Sam moaned in pleasure.

“You have such soft skin,” he said.

“Thank you,” Sam said. “Good line, by the way. I use it on girls, too.”

Kingsley pulled the covers down so he could properly give Sam a fearsome spank.

“Shit, that hurt,” she said, laughing. “I’m warning you, I know all the lines guys use to seduce women, because I use them, too.”

“I don’t use lines. Ever.”

“Have you ever had sex in the back of a Rolls Royce?” Sam repeated. “How is that not a line?”

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