As his team spread out to search, Nick quietly entered the living room to find a large man snoring on the couch. Next to his foot hanging off the couch was a plate of food that was covered with roaches. The sight made Nick’s skin crawl.
He scanned the room for others, but there was only the fat man on the couch. So, he approached with his weapon trained. When he was close enough, he was able to identify the man as their target. He kicked his leg.
“Get up!” he shouted.
Kane snorted mid-snore. His eyes blinked open for no more than a second before his lids closed again. Nick kicked him again a bit harder.
“Get your fat ass up!” he demanded.
Kane’s eyes flew open. “What the fuck?”
Panic flickered in his eyes when he realized what was happening. He raised his hands in surrender.
“Search warrant,” Nick repeated.
* * *
Nick leaned against the doorjamb and watched his team as they completed the process of arresting Kane and inventorying the half key of dope found in his freezer.
Although they were able to get a drug dealer off the street, he couldn’t hide his disappointment from not locating Boogie. After a brief interrogation, they found out he’d shown up right after his escape from the hospital. But according to Kane, he kicked him out when he found out he was a fugitive, telling him that he didn’t need the kind of heat Boogie would bring.
He was right.
Nick scratched his arm and then his head. He’d been scratching at imaginary roaches since they’d left Kane’s roach-infested duplex.
“Aye! I’m outta here. When you finish processing, you guys can take off,” he told his team from the doorway.
They rumbled their appreciation for the early dismissal and continued their paperwork. Since they were able to leave once they were done, they were surely going to work faster.
“Call me if you need me,” he said over his shoulder as he left the office.
Without haste, he made his way out of the building and to his car. Since Rebecca’s loft was closer to where he worked, and he had a bag of clean clothes there, he planned to shower there. He needed to convince his mind that there were no roaches crawling on him. Only soap and water could do that.
12
King
Rebecca rolled over, avoiding the offensive sun that assaulted her through her bedroom window. She squinted at the clock and chuckled when she realized how late she’d slept in.
It was nearly noon. She, Paula, and Nick had enjoyed great dinner conversation, delicious food, and a large amount of wine. Nick enjoyed beer. Since they’d stayed up until nearly 2 o’clock in the morning, Rebecca felt a little guilty that she was able to sleep in while Nick had to be at work so early.
She was tempted to go back to sleep, but her bladder wouldn’t allow it. She flung the comforter from her body and willed herself to sit upright. Her thick, curly hair rested in her face as she sat or rather slouched on the edge of her bed. Eventually, she pushed herself up and padded to the en suite bathroom.
After sitting for what had to be the longest pee in history, Rebecca washed her face and hands and brushed her teeth. She thought of grabbing a robe before leaving the bathroom but remembered that Nick had to work. Since she had the place to herself, she could walk freely in her satin camisole and matching shorts.
Rebecca reentered her bedroom and grabbed a hamper filled with dirty clothes. She carried it down to the guest bathroom. She grabbed a dirty hand towel from the rack and tossed it in the hamper. She continued down the hall to the guest bedroom that Nick was occupying. When she entered the room, she noted how clean he kept it. It was as if no one slept in there at all. She went to the bathroom to gather the dirty towels and replace them with fresh ones before Nick returned in the evening. But when she opened the bathroom door and entered, she found much more than dirty towels.
CATO
Nick sighed, relieved by the feeling of cleanliness. He’d washed the filth of the roach-infested dope house from his skin.
He turned the water off. Cool air kissed his skin when he opened the shower door. Unfortunately, the cool air that touched his skin did nothing to calm the erection that had grown as soon as the water had touched his skin. Out of guilt, he’d suffered through the throbbing hard-on, refusing to give himself the relief he so desperately needed.
Nick stepped out onto the bathmat, and again, he had carnal thoughts of Rebecca. The outline of breasts and the peak of her nipples in the tight, pink T-shirt she’d had on the night before had been a distraction. Her full hips in the yoga pants that she often wore around the house kept his eyes glued to her perfectly round ass.
From cooking together in the kitchen to dinner with her friend, the evening had been so carefree and easy. He would never speak the words out loud, but it felt like home. When he closed his eyes, he could picture her sweet doe-eyed gaze and beautiful smile. If he allowed himself to imagine her absent her clothes, it would be so easy to tighten his fingers around his dick and stroke himself to relief. But every time he thought to do so, thoughts of his beautiful wife danced through his mind. Therefore, suffering would be his fate.
He reached for a towel that was hanging on the rack, but before his fingers could graze the fabric, the door flew open. Rebecca entered the bathroom without noticing him. But when she finally looked up from the hamper and her gaze landed on his nakedness, her eyes stretched wide with shock.
“I’m sorry.” She gasped, dropping the hamper to the floor. “I—I… t-thought…. thought… I’m sorry.” She fumbled backward until her back hit the doorjamb. “I thought you were working.”
Nick grabbed the towel and actually thought for a second to cover himself. But when her eyes moved to his dick, he hesitated. He allowed his eyes to roam. Her curves were barely covered by the tiny satin getup she was wearing. With her back to the doorjamb, she went to ease out of the bathroom. She looked as if she wanted to run, but Nick was prepared to prevent that from happening. He grabbed her wrist, careful not to grab too hard and tugged her body to his.
“I thought you were working,” she repeated in a whisper.
She was so close that he could smell minty toothpaste on her breath.
“I’m not,” he said before pushing his lips to hers.
He hadn’t kissed her since that night at the club. Before that, he hadn’t been kissed in months. And as he stood there naked with her in his arms, he realized her kiss was just what he’d needed.
He placed his palm to her back and pulled until her heaving breasts were pressed against him. Nick knew it was wrong. He knew going forward would be a betrayal, but he wanted to feel every part of her.
KING
Rebecca was stunned. She leaned against the frame of the door with her feet cemented to the floor. The sight of Nick’s naked, wet, muscular body left her frozen. The shock of him even being there was overpowered by the sight of the raw masculinity standing before her.
She’d said some words, but she was unsure of what they were. Yet, there she stood, having a physical battle with her eyes, fighting to keep them above his waist. But she lost. Her traitorous eyes landed on a hard, venous dick that was perfectly fitting for a man of his size. The very sight of the long, thick, almost angry-looking dagger between his legs induced an embarrassing sigh.
The voice in her head told her to flee the bathroom and hide in her room, but she couldn’t move. The voice was suddenly silenced when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her against his hot body. Coolness from the leftover water trickling down his skin kissed her nipples through the thin sleep shirt.
“I thought you were working,” she repeated like an imbecile.
“I’m not.” His deep voice was filled with lust and passion.
Rebecca was hypnotized by the desire in his icy blues as he closed the distance between them. She knew it was wrong, but when his lips touched hers, reasoning went out the window. Had she been in her right mind, her thoughts would have gone from, “he’s m
arried” to “you’re dying.” But the taste of him, the feeling of his body pressed against hers, was too much to resist. Truth be told, she wanted him. She wanted to feel every bit of what he had to offer. So, the only thing she could do, right or wrong, was melt into his kiss and accept the way he made her feel.
“Mmm,” she moaned onto his lips while sucking his tongue as if it were her last meal.
Without disturbing their passionate kiss, without severing their connection, Nick looped his fingers in her satin sleep shorts and peeled them from her hips. When they slid down her legs and fell to her feet, he cupped her ass and lifted her off the floor. She shimmied her feet out and instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.
Nick severed their kiss, keeping his lips less than an inch from hers. “I’m so sorry, baby.” His voice was hoarse and breathless. “I need you. I need to feel you… so bad.”
He ground his hard dick against her wet, throbbing pussy and pecked her lips in the most sensual way imaginable.
“I’m wrong… I know, but,” he said through an erotic breath. “I need you, Rebecca.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, snaking her arms around his neck while pushing her wetness against his hardness.
“Yes” wasn’t much, but it was consent.
Consent to do what he wished.
Consent to take what he needed.
Consent to give her what she so desperately needed.
In fact, it was not just consent, but a plea.
She pressed her lips to his and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth with a moan. Rebecca ate every second of his kiss like dessert as he carried her to the sink. She whimpered from the loss of their broken connection when he pulled his lips away to lift her camisole over her head. Her mouth ached for his return, but his rebellious tongue lowered to lick and suck her stiff nipple into his mouth. As his warm tongue sucked and teased her into frenzy, she found herself desperately grinding against the hardest part of him. She wanted so desperately for him to be inside her. She couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.
“Nick,” she called through a breath, but it was more like a plea. At that point, she was more than willing to beg.
When he cupped her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the sink, she was sure he was about to fulfill her implied request. But she was wrong. He lowered to his knees and peppered sensual kisses on the inside of her thigh until his mouth hovered close to her wet, aching cavern. She could feel the warmth of his breath just before his lips closed around her engorged clit.
He moaned and sucked her into his mouth with a calmness that proved he knew exactly what he was doing. With his lips still wrapped around her clit, he used his tongue to inflict the sweetest torture.
Her head flew back. A sound originating from her diaphragm, a sound she’d never made, escaped her lips. What he was doing to the most feminine part of her had never been done so beautifully and masterful.
“Oh, God… Nick!” She gasped, pushing her fingers through his thick locks. “Aghhh!”
The muscles in her thighs trembled as she convulsed into an orgasm that took over her entire body. As loud cries of pleasure bounced off the bathroom walls, she felt not one ounce of shame.
Nick stood straight and surveyed her with hooded eyes as she struggled to pull much-needed oxygen into her lungs. He wrapped a large arm around her waist and pulled her until the dew from their skin fused them together.
“I gotta have you, Rebecca… all of you.”
“Yes,” she agreed through a breath, not needing to be convinced.
He pushed his lips to hers and cupped her ass. She hummed into his mouth, reveling in the taste of her own arousal. With his large fingers, he tilted her hips, making her entrance more accessible.
Rebecca was anxious but excited as he carefully guided the massive head of his dick into her wet, eager pussy.
She held her breath as he filled her to completion. He was slow and gentle, kissing her sweetly as he pushed into her.
“Agh, fuck! So tight, baby,” he grumbled once he was completely submerged in her warmth.
She held on, pressing her fingers into the corded muscles in his back and breathed through the invasion. Her legs trembled as he stretched her womanhood to its limits.
Nick moved his mouth to the lobe of her ear and sucked it. With both hands, he grabbed her hips and pushed deep enough to reach what had to be the end of her.
“I gotta fuck you now, baby,” he warned through panted breaths.
She was able to muster a nod as she held on to his wide back. With gentle ease, he pulled himself nearly out of her. But with massive force, he returned, piercing her with the powerful sword he was wielding. Screaming was unavoidable. She had never felt anything like it in her life, never felt a dick so thick and so long.
As soon as her body was able to adjust to his girth, she released his back, snaked her arms around his neck, and opened her legs wide enough to accept everything he had to offer.
That one action served as the encouragement he needed to fuck her senseless. His strokes grew fierce, relentless, and unforgiving. He was fucking her to a place where controlling the sounds coming out of her mouth was an impossibility. His dick pulsed in her pussy, her pussy clenched around his dick, and for that very moment, all was right in the world.
“Ah… fuuuuck!” he grumbled.
He cupped her ass and lifted her from the cool porcelain. With unimaginable ease, he lifted her up and down on his velvety shaft while carrying her over to the wall. He wrapped an arm around her waist and drove into her with ferocity that made her eyes water.
“Oh, God, Nick! Oh, God! Oh, my God!”
She found herself panting the words over and over again. He was fucking her like it was his life’s calling. Soon, she rose to a peak that had her trembling. There was pleasure so deep in her core that could only be described as bliss.
She was powerless, stunned by the sheer hedonistic intensity of an orgasm that ripped through her like a tsunami. Her entire body shuddered as her throbbing pussy saturated his dick with her satisfaction.
Left weak, her head fell to his shoulder. But Nick offered no reprieve. He moved one hand to the small of her back and covered her ass with the other. Once he felt his hold was secure, he rocketed into her so deep that she thought he would choke her from the inside out.
“Goddamn it!” he groaned.
He held on tight and rocked her with powerful strokes. His breathing became rapid, his grunts grew louder, and his strokes frenzied.
“Ughhh, fuck, Rebecca! I’m cumming! Aghhhh!”
He slapped the wall above her head and pushed into her, hard and deep, pulsing hot cum inside of her. Her inner walls tightened around his dick and milked him of every bit of his seed.
Rebecca lifted her heavy head from his shoulder and looked up at him. “Wow!” she breathed. “Amazing!”
He pushed back loose strands that were pasted to her damp forehead. “Yes, you are,” he said through labored breaths. “So fucking amazing.”
He carefully lowered her to the floor and made sure she was steady on her feet. He cupped her face in his hands and gifted her with a tender kiss. Then he scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the bathroom. When they entered the bedroom, he sat on the bed, still cradling her in his arms.
“Stay with me.” His deep and alluring voice left her unable to refuse, not that she would.
13
Cato
Nick groaned and rolled to his back. He awoke to an extreme feeling of loss and an unforgiving hard-on. After hours of making love, he’d fallen asleep content with Rebecca in his arms. But in the light of a new day, he’d awakened alone. He sat up and pushed his hair out of his face. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at the abandoned spot next to him.
His face warmed from a morning after guilt that overwhelmed him like a bad hangover, as opposed to the night before. Because as soon as she walked into the bathroom, guilt was the last thing he’d felt.
; He couldn’t figure out what made him feel guiltier, the fact that he’d slept with a woman other than his wife, or the fact that he didn’t regret it in the least. He couldn’t. When he was inside her it felt as if her body had been created just for him. When she held him, when she kissed him, it felt like home. Maybe what he’d done was wrong. And if it was, he was okay with that. Because he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t erase the night, even if he could.
He grabbed his phone from the nightstand.
Damn!
It was already nine o’clock. His plan had been to check on Vera before he went to work, but since he’d woken so late, he wouldn’t have enough time. He’d have to visit her during his lunch hour.
He sighed and peeled back the covers, vowing to get through the day without obsessing over the extremely erotic night he’d spent with Miss Rebecca King.
KING
Rebecca looked up, admiring at the priceless Monet while she waited for Ken, a maintenance supervisor for the museum, to pull it from the display.
“What else do you need?” he asked.
“The Jackson Pollock from the modern art display.”
He nodded. “We’ll have it in your studio by three.”
“Thanks, Ken.”
“No worries. I gotchu.”
She disregarded the museum patrons and returned her attention to The Keys, Pollock’s colorfully abstract painting. It was bright, bold, and eye-catching, a work of art indeed.
“Miss King?”
She sighed upon hearing the familiar voice. It was super early when she’d snuck out of the bed. She was dressed and out of the house before he woke up. The night before, she’d fallen asleep in his arms, totally content. But when she woke in the morning, the fact that she’d just slept with a married man whose wife was on life support was too much for her to handle.
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