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“When?” he whispered, his childlike eagerness thrilling her.
“You're the boss,” she forced out.
“Do you...like me being the boss?”
Oh God, did she ever. “Yes,” she said, with a small nod, feeling his hot gaze on her.
He turned and started the car, making her breathless. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you back. And moving you to my apartment.”
“Your apartment? Why?”
He reached over and pulled her seatbelt on, his face inches from hers. He clicked it in and looked right at her. “Because it would be difficult to boss you around, otherwise.” His gaze lowered to her mouth and even still she sensed nothing to fear in him. “Are you sure you want me to be the boss? You can change your mind at anytime.”
She stared at his beautiful face and nodded. “I'm sure.”
“Kiss me,” he said, the command surprising the breath from her. But why was she so shocked? He was a Creole King, commanding was his finest strength and she was utterly attracted to that in him.
She leaned and paused at his mouth then pressed her lips softly against his. God they were so full and so utterly perfect. She wanted to devour them but remembered she was under his command and pulled back, wanting to see what kind of boss he'd be. No, not boss. King. What kind of King would he be when commanding her? Dear God, she suddenly needed to know and feel that more than air.
He returned to his side and put the car in gear. “When we get back, you'll give me my first orgasm. Using yourhauntinglyperfect mouth.”
She closed her eyes as he slowly navigated the treacherous road out of the neighborhood, his Kingly vibes at full, body tingling throttle. Dear. God. Was this really happening? Oh, it was. She'd just given herself over to be commanded by him. The most beautiful man she’d ever met.
And there was zero fear.
Zero.
Fear.
****
“Ace, it’s me, Rukem.”
“Uh, yeah, I see that. What’s up King Whisper.”
“I have Darby at my apartment, she’s in the living room, waiting for me. Listen to this. Sheagreedto be pleasure friends and wants me to—.”
“Wait,pleasurefriends?”
“Friends who give each other pleasure,” he hurried, “but listen to this part. She wants me to be the boss of it and when I say boss, I mean in charge. I’m all over that, but that’s not the problem, the problem ishowdoes that work? Is it like teaching or is it different?”
“Wow, hold on a sec.”
Rukem paced in his bathroom, waiting.
“Okay so…you’re telling me she wants you to what?”
“Lead, she wants me to lead the pleasure which I’m assuming means direct but I’m not entirely sure what execution to use in a pleasure kind of scenario.”
“And you thought askingmewould enlighten you?”
Rukem paused. “Youmusthavesomeclue what a woman might mean.”
“And youmustknow that if you take my advice, your odds of fucking shit up greatly increase. You should call the Belle Eveque, she’s the only one I know qualified and in a position to answer that question.”
Rukem put his fist on his head with a grimace. “You’re right. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up and opened his contacts, locating her number. “Just a question. For my assignment, for our school.” He took a minute to gather his thoughts and formulate a legitimate sounding scenario she would understand without divulging anything personal.
