Page 100 of The KING Review

I smirk. “So, what, my ‘man-friend’? That’s even worse. It sounds like you’re volunteering to fix my Wi-Fi and assemble my IKEA furniture, but you know you’re never going to get any.”

He growls, the sound low and dirty, and nips at my lower lip, tugging just hard enough to make me shiver. “How about partner?” His voice is a rough scrape, dark and deliberate.

Something inside me goes hot and liquid. The word is too big, too real, but it fits him like a custom suit. I melt, breathing it right against his mouth. “Yeah. I like that.”

We hang suspended for a second, his mouth hovering over mine. But there’s a flicker in his eyes, a hesitation I don’t like that crawls under my skin.

I let my thumb trace his cheekbone. “What’s wrong?”

He swallows, the muscle in his throat jumping. “You’re really not worried I might manipulate you?”

My chest cracks open. I hate that he thinks he needs to protect me from himself. “No, baby, why would you say that?”

He looks away, jaw tight. “I know I wouldn’t do it intentionally. I know you know that. But what if I do it… accidentally? Because of my work, because of my research, because of the dynamic, because of⁠—”

“Because of what your ex-wife made you believe?” I cut him off.

He blinks, thrown. I kiss him, not giving him the chance to argue, holding his face in both hands. “No, Grant. I’m not worried. I can’t think of a single person I’d be less worried about manipulating me. I trust you, all the way. Okay?”

He looks at me like he could cry.

I kiss him again, slowly. “Hey, how about we just…” I let it trail off because I know he’ll chase it. My hands slide down, crafty, working his belt open, then his jeans. He’s hard under my palm. I want him.

He tries to catch my wrist when I flip the elastic waistband down, freeing him. “What are you doing?” he whispers, breath hot on my throat.

I stroke him slowly, thumb circling the wet head.

His whole body goes tense under me, a shudder rolling through him. I love it when he lets me see how much he wants it, unabashed, unashamed. I want that part of him. I want every part of him.

I can’t believe I’m doing this to him.

I grind down as I line up his dick, the delicious friction making me gasp. I love the way the head of his cock bumps slick against my pussy through my panties.

I love the way he looks at me like I’m dangerous.

I nuzzle at his neck, cheek pressed to the rough line of his jaw. “Grant, baby?” My voice comes out a little shaky. “Can I just… Please? I want to be close.”

I slide my panties to the side, lining him up. He groans, low and broken, bracing both hands at my hips. “You want it like this? Baby girl, we can go to bed⁠—”

I shake my head, and Grant’s mouth clicks shut as he gazes up at me.

“I don’t want to fuck,” I whisper, lips brushing his. “I won’t complain if we do, but… I just want to hold you. Is that okay?”

The words hang in the air. They’re vulnerable, even for me, and it takes him a second to process them, but then he nods. “Yeah, angel. Please.”

I roll my hips, slow, and sink down on him. I gasp at the shock of it—the way it burns a little, just on the edge of pain, then settles into something sweet and perfect. Like him.

I brace my hands on his chest, nails digging into the soft cotton of his shirt. “I love how you feel inside me.”

He shudders, and I spread my legs further, sliding down a little more. I’m greedy for everything I can get, savoring the stretch. My pussy clenches around him, and I rock my hips to help him slip deeper.

“Neve,” he groans, hands flexing at my ass. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect.”

I grin, rolling my hips again. I said we weren’t fucking, but I can’t help it. He feels too good. I love how every time I sink down, the stretch gets a shade more delicious.

“Does it feel good?” I whisper, even though I know the answer.

“So, so good,” he breathes. “But it feels like I should be fucking you in bed. You deserve better than this.”