Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4)

Chapter 43

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J illy rolled over, opening her eyes as she looked around.

Where was she? What was going on?

Wait.

She knew where she was. In Regent’s bedroom.

Well, their bedroom now.

Sitting up, she checked the time. It was just after midnight. She’d tried to stay up and wait for him to come to bed. But she must have closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

It wasn’t healthy for him to work this much. He didn’t get enough sleep.

Perhaps she couldn’t help him with whatever was going on, but maybe she could help him relax.

Getting out of bed, she grabbed his shirt and put it on before heading downstairs.

The house was slightly chilly so she rushed down the stairs and toward his study. The door was ajar and there was a light on.

She rushed into the room. “There you are!”

For a moment, he just stared at her and she wondered if she’d made a mistake.

What had she been thinking? Just busting in on him like this? He was working.

You idiot, Jilly!

“Sorry, I’ll just . . .”

Tip-toe out of here in embarrassment.

“And what are you doing wearing my shirt?” he drawled.

Was that heat in his face? Did he like that she was wearing it?

“Well, I woke up and you weren’t there. So I grabbed what was closest and came down to find you.”

“Is that so?” He crooked a finger at her, then pushed his chair back and turned it to face her as she walked around the desk.

“And what do you have on under that shirt?” he asked, running a hand up her thigh when she stood between his legs.

Her heart raced, her breath hitching.

“Nothing at all.”

“You went to bed naked?” he asked. “I hope you weren’t touching yourself.”

She pouted. “I wish. Someone won’t let me touch myself without permission.”

“Poor baby. Were you hoping I’d come to bed and take care of that for you?”

She nodded.

“I tell you what, I’ve got a few more things to do. Why don’t you go upstairs and get under the covers since it’s cold, and I’ll be up to warm you soon.”

“Hmm. Or . . .”

“Or, what?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “Or I could warm you up while you work.”

His eyes widened and she knew she’d surprised him.

Good. He needed some surprising.

“You want to suck on my cock while I work, baby?”

Jilly bounced up and down on her toes. “Yes, please.”

His eyes darkened. “Then get under the desk.”

Okay. She’d kind of expected him to protest a bit first. So she crawled under the desk before he could change his mind.

He placed his hand on her head, protecting it from smacking into the bottom of the wooden desk.

“Watch your head,” he warned.

Damn. He knew just what to do and say to make her heart melt.

When she was under the desk, he undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down his thighs, revealing his thick, long cock.

Oh, yummy.

As he continued to work, she started playing with him.

She ran her tongue along the fat head. Then she took him into her mouth, sucking vigorously.

Everything else around her became background noise. The sound of papers rustling. Tapping as he used his phone.

She just concentrated on sucking his dick.

So much so that it took her a while to register that there was someone else in the room. She froze as she heard a voice.

In her panic, she didn’t recognize them. She even forgot to breathe. She had Regent’s dick deep in her mouth and she was about to choke on it.

Then his hand dropped to her head, patting lightly before carefully pushing her off him.

“That’s good, Victor,” he said.

“Anything else you need from me?” Victor asked as she tried not to make any noise while attempting to breathe again.

Regent placed his hand on the back of her head and guided her back to his dick. She took him deep once more and started sucking as they spoke.

If he wanted her to continue . . . well, she just had to make sure she stayed quiet.

Finally, his brother left and Regent slid his chair back, staring down at her. “Did you stop breathing?”

“I didn’t know anyone was going to walk in!”

He gazed at her with hunger. “Did it make you hot?”

Oh God. It had.

“Jilly, did it make you hot? Sucking my dick under the desk while Victor was talking to me?”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Good girl. Come up here.” He drew her up, then turned her, pushing her over his desk. “I need to have you. I need to fuck you bare. To make you all mine.”

He slid his dick through her folds.

“So wet. So fucking hot. You nearly had me blowing my load down your throat while my brother was talking to me, naughty girl.”

She moaned as he thrust himself inside her. Then he paused and slapped her ass.

“So naughty.”

Slap!

“So fucking sexy.”

Slap!

Finally, he stopped smacking her with each thrust and fucked her in earnest against his desk. Reaching around, he toyed with her clit until she was driven up and over the edge with a scream of ecstasy.

Regent drove himself deep, quickly following her over, his own shout filling the room. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good girl. Such a good girl. Although you made a mess on my desk. Let’s clean that up.”

He turned her so her legs still dangled over the edge of the desk. Leaning one hand on the desk, he stared down at her as he used his fingers to push his come back inside her.

“We don’t want to waste this, now, do we?” he murmured. “You’re going to need this to make me a baby.”

Oh hell. Jilly tried to catch her breath.

Blow job under his desk? Ticked off her list of fantasies.

Being bent over his desk and fucked? Also ticked off her list of fantasies.

And sucking him off with someone else in the room, which she hadn’t even realized was a fantasy . . . also ticked off.

It was a damn good night.