Page 94 of Vicious King

Damn, he’s a beautiful man.

My heart stutters at the sight of his broad, strong body, that fierce look in his arctic-blue eyes, and all that ink.

Yum.

“Just some kid,” I say with a shrug. “It doesn’t matter now. Besides, you can’t go beat up a first grader, Carson.”

“No, but I can teach his dad a lesson.”

Violet and Rose both snort, and Carson’s mouth twitches with amusement as he walks toward me.

“Good to see you, C,” Violet says as she and Rose gather their things. “Text us later, Rina.”

Rose winks, and then they both leave, closing the door behind them, and I’m alone with my husband.

“Was it something I said?” Carson says as he reaches out and tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“I think they can sense the sexual tension and decided they didn’t want to watch.”

“Hm.” He nods and moves into me, his mouth an inch from mine. “Charlie’s doing great. He’s making friends and loved the lasagna they had for lunch.”

I frown. “How do you know?”

“Tony sends me updates every thirty minutes.”

I press my lips together so I don’t laugh. “You’re stalking our son? You might be worse than me.”

“Worse about what, exactly, Sunshine?”

I drag my hands up his chest. He smells like he just took a shower. He’s warm and so damn firm, and I’m as pulled to him today as I was when I first met him.

“Hovering over our boy.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hm.” He’s leaning closer, and I boost on my toes to close the gap between us, pressing my lips to his, and he takes the kiss from sweet to incinerating in about 1.6 seconds, setting my entire nervous system on fire. “What about sexy target practice?” I ask.

“We’ll get there. First, I want you on your knees for me.”

I kick up an eyebrow, but I have no qualms at all about sinking to my knees in front of him. However, on the way down, I kiss down his torso and work on unfastening his belt as I settle on the floor. When his slacks are open, I ease them and his boxer briefs down around his thighs, and take his hard, heavy cock in my palm, enjoying how warm and smooth he is.

Carson groans as I drag my tongue up the underside, over those piercings, and then around the tip, and when I sink down and he presses against the back of my throat, his hands fist in my hair, and he takes over, fucking my mouth.

He’s tense. I sensed the unease in him the minute I knew he was in the room. Something isn’t right, so if this helps him, I’m happy to do it.

Besides, sucking my man’s insanely sexy cock isn’t really a hardship.

“Get those pretty eyes up here,” he says, and when I look up at him, he nods slowly. “Good girl. Do you want me to come in your mouth or in your pussy, wife?”

I lift an eyebrow. I can’t exactly answer him when my mouth is full.

Carson smirks and pulls out just long enough for me to say, “Pussy.”

He pulls me up and kisses me hard, then spins me around and presses me to the mirror, and I love this because I can watch him as his hands drift down my back, over my clothes, to my waist.

I’m in leggings, and he easily pushes them down to my thighs, exposing my warm center to the cool air.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he whispers as those blue eyes travel over my backside.