King's Passion

by Adrianne Byrd

  Unbridled lust blanketed Eamon’s face.

  “Like what you see?”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I love it.” He stood and walked around the desk. As he moved toward her, his gaze inched above her Playboy figure and settled onto her cover-girl face. “I still can’t get over how beautiful you are.”

  “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” she sassed. She reached for his shirt but didn’t treat it with the same care that she had her own clothes. With all the strength she could muster from years of boot-camp fitness training, she jerked open his shirt with such brute force that it sent his buttons flying.

  “We keep this up and I’m going to have to buy some new shirts,” he joked.

  Victoria jerked the shirt halfway down his arms and then gathered it tightly in one hand so that his arms would remain bound behind his back. She kind of liked the idea of him being helpless before her. Judging by his sly smile, they both knew that wasn’t really the case.

  “So what is it that you want to do with me, Princess?”

  “I don’t know. I’m thinking that if you keep talking, I’m going to have to gag you,” she said.

  “Ooh. Kinky.”

  “On your knees.”

  His brows did another jump.

  “You heard me. On your knees.” She pulled his shirt tighter, forcing his back straighter. “Now.”

  “As you wish.” Eamon slowly bent his knees, though it still put him eye level with her cinnamon-brown areolas.

  Another dose of power surged through Victoria. “That’s better.” She glanced over at his cluttered desk and then stole one of his moves by sweeping an arm across it and sending everything crashing to the floor. “Oops.”

  He chuckled.

  Now with the desk cleared, she leaned back on the edge and then lifted her right leg and six-inch pumps off the floor so that she could drape it over Eamon’s shoulder.

  “You said that you missed me,” she reminded him. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Grinning like a kid in Toys ’R’ Us, he edged closer on his knees and then leaned forward to use his teeth to pull the thin crotch of her thong to the inside of her right leg. After that, he was face-to-face with her newly shaved pussy. He was pleasantly surprised by the new look.

  “Are you going to make me wait all day?” she asked.

  “No, ma’am.” Without further ado, Eamon planted his face in front of her jasmine-and-white-rose-scented lips and tunneled his long tongue through her honey-drenched opening.

  “Mmm,” Victoria moaned as she leaned further back across the desk.

  Loving her response, Eamon went in for another lick. Then a lick and swirl. Lick, swirl and dip. Soon, he was in full feast mode.

  Victoria filled his office with the sounds of music—well, moans. But it sounded like music to both of them.

  Eamon decided to change up and refused to let her climax before he was ready. Every time he sensed that she was getting close, he would pull back and start peppering kisses along the inside of her thighs. After a few seconds he would dive right back in.

  Lick. Swirl. Dip. When she got close again, he’d pull back. After a while she was pleading, bucking and then trying to direct him by grabbing the sides of his head. Nothing she did could get him to unleash the tornado around her clit. Once he had her positively begging, he surged forward and gave her what she wanted.

  Victoria climaxed and shuddered so hard, Eamon felt like he was between two mountains during an earthquake. To show her just how well he could follow orders, he shook off his shirt and then reached up and locked her back down in place so that the second tornado could touch down. A flood of honey surged against his open mouth. Still he remained rooted in place until it looked like she needed a tank of oxygen in order to breathe.

  Now that he had allowed her to enjoy a little dose of power, it was time for him to take back the reins. Eamon climbed back onto his feet and unzipped his pants. “My turn.” He took her by the arm and helped her off the desk.

  She came willingly, though it was questionable whether her head had stopped spinning.

  Eamon turned her around and then bent her over the desk. He whipped out a condom like a gunslinger from the Old West, sheathed himself and eased his way inside of her. He had to take his time because her warm walls were still shaking and quivering with orgasmic aftershocks. Each time her walls pulsed, it gave his cock a tight hug. By the time he’d glided all the way in, a line of sweat had broken out along his forehead.

  “You’re so tight,” he groaned while struggling to catch his own breath. It was important for him to be careful. The wrong move would have him coming waaay too soon. But he almost lost the war when Victoria started rocking back against him.

  “Ah. You really did miss me.” He slapped her on her butt.

  Victoria continued to throw her hips back.

  “All right. All right.” He stood still and then folded his hands behind his head. “You go ahead and do you, Princess. Let me watch you get what you need.” And that’s exactly what he did. He watched her while she rode him from the side of the desk. “That’s right, Princess. It’s all for you.”

  Eamon slapped her ass again and smiled as it jiggled. It looked so good to him that he did again.

  And again.

  Soon her cheeks glowed red. “You like that, Princess?”

  Victoria gasped and panted.

  “How does it feel?”

  She moaned as her pace accelerated.

  Eamon’s toes started to curl and his breathing started to shorten a bit, but he leaned forward and then wrapped her thick hair around his right hand. Gently, he tugged her head back until he had full access to the violin curve of her neck. “I asked you a question, Princess. How does it feel? Are you enjoying yourself?”

  More panting and gasping.

  “Is this really what you flew all the way here for? Hmm?”

  Victoria added some moans.

  “Come on. Tell the truth. Don’t lie to me. This is why you came.”

  It was clear that she was trying to evade the question by the way she kept throwing her hips back. So he pressed his free hand against her butt and stopped her from being able to back it up. Not that she didn’t try.

  “Answer the question, Princess.” He took a moment to stop himself from coming again. “Why did you fly back to Vegas, baby?” he said as he removed his hand and gave her one long thrust.

  “Hmm?” Another thrust.

  “Tell Daddy why you came.”

  Thrust.

  He tugged her hair. “Did you miss this good dick? Hmm?”

  Thrust.

  Victoria couldn’t dodge the truth anymore so she nodded.

  “Sorry. I can’t hear you.”

  Tug. Thrust.

  “Y-yes!”

  As a reward, she received three thrusts.

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that?” He gave her three more quick thrusts. “Were you trying to act all prim and proper?”

  Thrust.

  “Is that it?”

  Thrust.

  “Hmm?”

  Thrust.

  It was clear that she didn’t know how to answer that question. So he came up with a solution. “When you’re around me, there’s not going to be any more of that bourgie stuff.” Thrust. “There’s not going to be any more pretending that you’re all high and mighty. You got that?” Thrust.

  “There’s not going to be any more games between me and you. You want something, you just tell Daddy.” Thrust. “You got that?”

  Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

  With one hand still wrapped around her hair, he moved his free hand to reach around her left hip and then dipped down in between her legs. Her sighs climbed higher when the pads of his fingers started caressing her clit.

  “You understand me, Princess?”

  “Y-yes. God, yes!”

  “Then let me hear you say it.” He stopped thrusting.

  Victoria tr
ied to cheat again and wriggle her way back.

  Eamon slapped her ass again. “What did I say?”

  “I need you, Daddy! Please!”

  She wriggled again, but since she had asked politely he let it go. “Now, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He released her hair and then locked his hands onto her shoulders and turned his hips into a jackhammer. Lost in their own world, neither of them paid attention to how hard the desk was being bumped around the floor. There was a quick change in positions so he could enjoy watching her face as she lay across the desk on her back. Before the afternoon was over, they tried it against the wall, the floor and even on the fax machine.

  By their final orgasm, Eamon hadn’t even noticed that his guttural groans now sounded like a roaring lion. When he floated down from that last orgasmic high, he needed an oxygen tank and he was only mildly curious as to how they’d ended up under the desk. But one thing was for sure, they had completely wrecked his office.

  Victoria rolled over and placed her head against his chest. He expected her to fall asleep in just a few seconds. Hell, he was going to sleep, too. While he waited for his heart to slow down, he felt the need to say something. But all the things he wanted to say, all the things he was beginning to feel for this extraordinary woman, scared the hell out of him.

  Chapter 15

  The next two months passed by like a montage in a romantic comedy movie. At least that’s what it felt like to Victoria before she tried pinching herself to make sure it was real. But every day, she kept waking up lying next to this incredible King and wondering how her life had changed so dramatically. At first she just accepted that there was just this powerful sexual energy between them that needed to work itself out. Clearly they were compatible and she loved discovering a whole new side of herself that she’d never known existed before, and somehow Eamon instinctively knew just how far to take it and when to steer clear of some things.

  She was learning to read him as well, too. He was comfortable enough with his masculinity to let her take control sometimes, but then he knew just when she wanted him to completely dominate her. Sex. It was just sex, she kept telling herself.

  Until it wasn’t just sex.

  When exactly that started to change was still a bit of a mystery. It could have been one of the many nights when they’d gone dancing outside on the Terrace at the Pure Night Club or took in the KÀ Cirque du Soleil show. Victoria discovered that despite Eamon’s cockiness from time to time, and his enormous sexual appetite, that he was also musically gifted.

  She couldn’t believe her ears the first time he sat down at The Piano Bar in Town Square and started playing everything from Joplin to Billy Joel as if he’d been a musical prodigy. She even watched as he dueled with one of the club’s piano players. Soon the place was packed with people shouting out requests in such a frenzy that Victoria didn’t understand why the chords weren’t catching on fire.

  Eamon’s quick sure fingers danced around the keys while he cracked jokes with the audience and shot wicked smiles at her. When they had made love later that night, he’d opened up about a time when he had seriously considered becoming a songwriter. He talked about a music group when he was in high school, but Victoria also sensed that he was dancing around something else, as well. If she trusted her women’s intuition, she’d say it had something to do with a girl.

  The first time Victoria got the tour of his North Shore estate, she soaked in the beauty of the white, three-level home with custom chandeliers, columns with iron and brass scrolls and extensive stone work, she could have sworn that she’d just stepped into one of her father’s homes in Palm Beach. When they walked into the elevator that went from the ground floor to the upper levels, she saw that the back of the elevator was made of glass and overlooked a stunning lake with a private dock. Of course, the room that she was most interested in seeing was the master bedroom.

  The moment she stepped onto the Brazilian hardwood floor and gazed at the California king–size bed she thought that she had died and gone to heaven. The French-Empire style appeared to be black oak with a crown of barely twisted columns and decorative moldings.

  “So is this where the magic happens?” she asked, cutting her gaze at him and expecting a cocky answer.

  “The only magic I feel is when I’m around you,” he answered and drew her into his arms.

  Victoria didn’t know whether that was a line he’d honed over the years or not. She just knew that it made her heart melt and her clothes disappear. Actually, that happened a lot around him. The first morning she woke up in his bed she was alone. But before she had the chance to wonder where he’d disappeared to, she heard this incredibly beautiful music floating through the house. Curious, she climbed out of bed, wrapped the insanely large top sheet around her body and went to investigate. As she walked through the hallway to take the long staircase down, the beautiful music eased a smile across her face.

  Victoria found Eamon in the parlor, sitting at a grand piano in just a pair of black, silk pajama pants. Maybe that was the moment when the possibility of Eamon being more than a sex partner took root. Smiling, she leaned against the parlor entryway and just watched his face while music poured from his fingertips. It was more instinct than knowledge that led her to believe that the song was an original piece and he was the songwriter.

  Being a child of privilege, Victoria had been to and seen lots of beautiful things around the world, but none of it really touched her. She saw, but didn’t see. Heard, but didn’t listen. Read, but didn’t comprehend. She was a woman of structure and order…well, at least she used to be. Somehow all that was changing right before her eyes. And she couldn’t have been happier. Should she trust it?

  Closing her eyes, she didn’t want to answer the questions her heart posed. The answers scared the hell out of her. For the moment, she was content to finally let the beauty just soak in. By the time the music faded, her face was wet with tears.

  “What are these for?” Eamon asked, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

  Victoria’s dewy lashes fluttered open to see Eamon now standing before her with his concerned brown eyes gazing down at her.

  “I know the song isn’t polished, but I didn’t think it was that bad.”

  She smiled. “You have to be kidding me. I think that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

  Eamon chuckled. “It’s rather early for you to be trying to inflate my ego, don’t you think?” He pulled her into his arms and snaked kisses down her neck. “The beautiful thing to me is when you’re moaning in my arms.”

  His lips grazed a ticklish spot and Victoria giggled like a schoolgirl. “Stop it.” She pushed him back and then locked gazes with him. “I was being serious. You’re really talented.”

  “And so are you.” He squeezed her bottom.

  She struggled to keep a straight face, but she wasn’t willing to let the matter drop.“Why do you do that? Can’t you take a compliment—or does it always have to be about your sexual prowess?”

  He sucked in a deep breath but finally managed to get serious. “Thank you. I’m glad and humbled that you enjoyed my music, Princess.”

  “More than enjoyed it. Baby, you should be doing something with a talent like that. You’re really good. Trust me. I have family members who have gone to Juilliard. I know talent when I hear it.”

  “Baby?” Eamon repeated, hiking up a brow. “Am I your baby now?”

  Victoria enjoyed a few more seconds of some wonderful groping before she tried to get serious again. “Why do you keep trying to change the subject? You could be a huge success in New York with a talent like that.”

  The mood shifted and all the humor died out of Eamon’s smile. “Is that what’s important to you? For me to be accepted in your snobby New York society?”

  She realized too late that she had insulted him. “That’s not what I meant.”

  “No? Are you sure?” His hands fell away from her waist.

  “Of course I
’m sure.” Victoria grabbed his hands and tried to put them back around her waist. “I don’t care what you do for a living or…what type of people you hang around.”

  Eamon cocked his head as he studied her. “And what type of people do I hang around?”

  Her shoulders kept bobbing up and down in an attempt to shrug off the foolish question, but she just ended up looking like she had developed some weird tick. “I don’t know. Strippers…hookers or ladies of the evening, I don’t know.”

  “Hookers?”

  It looked like she was going to eat both feet for breakfast that morning.

  “You know, just because prostitution is legal in this state, doesn’t mean that I hire them as employees at my club where I’m their pimp. As for the people that I do employ, you’ll never find a group of more decent hardworking individuals. They are nice people. They have nice families and they pay their taxes. Maybe they weren’t born with silver spoons in their mouths or went to Ivy League schools, but we’re good people. Some of us are even talented.”

  He tried to remove his arms again, but Victoria refused to let him. “I’m sorry. None of that came out right. I didn’t mean to imply… I just…” She searched but her brain failed to find words to help her smooth this over so she just went with the truth. “I’m just a snobby bitch sometimes.”

  The confession surprised him and brought his smile back at the same time. “Tell me more.”

  Victoria rolled her eyes, but she smiled, as well. “First. Let’s make it clear that just because I said the word doesn’t mean that you get to. Got it?”

  “Got it.” Eamon lifted up one hand and covered his heart with the other. “The B word shall not cross my lips.”

  “Better not.” Her smile widened before she admitted a few more flaws she was aware of that had come to her attention over the years. “All right. I admit that sometimes I might judge people.”

  He gasped with dramatic shock. “You? Stop it. Next you’ll be telling me that you have a bad temper and slap people from time to time.”

  Victoria’s gaze narrowed. “Second rule. Nix the sarcasm.”