Page 86 of The Killer Card

He leans in, his breath ghosting along my lips as he whispers, “Because, mi reina,” fuck him and that nickname. “One look at you, and my entire kingdom would have fallen.”

Fuck it.

My fingers snag in his hair, pulling him in the final centimeter of distance that keeps his lips from mine. The kiss is everything that it was last year, and the year before that and all the months leading up to the night he held me as if he feared it might be the last time. We should have known then it wouldn’t be the last. That so long as we ran in the same circles, when I came home there would always be another and then another after that. I’d bet even when I finally end up married to some bloated politician, Graham will still be the one I call just to get away from the bastard a few hours.

I don’t condone cheating… But there are only so many times a girl can fake an orgasm before she needs something real, right? Something Earth shattering, back breaking, cosmos formulating. I need that something so desperately right now I’m practically humping his thigh. I am humping his thigh. Anyone who walked into this hall right now would think I’m in heat the way I’m mauling him.

My hands are already on his belt for Christ sake when I finally give his lip a bite, dragging myself away enough to moan out, “Closet. Bathroom. Anywhere.”

“Now—?!”

“Right now.”

I drag him back toward where I’m pretty sure I saw a sign for a men’s restroom. It’s blissfully empty since the game is currently in full swing and many of the suites have a private bathroom anyway. No one will be coming in here.

Well, no one except me.

It’s a scramble for belts and buttons and zippers and then Graham is turning me around, my hands brace against the counter, and he buries himself inside me with way too much ease.

“Verga, mi reina,” he groans. His hand winds around to palm my breast, anchoring my back to his chest as he pulls out so slowly only to slam back in again. I gasp as his lips find my ear. “How many nights has this pussy cried for me, huh? Have you missed this, Naomi? Have you missed my- what did you use to call it- magic cock?”

“Fuck, Graham—” I gasp, reaching back to grip his hair. “Stop fucking talking- AH!”

He tweaks my nipple through my shirt- thank God I didn’t wear a bra- his other hand finding my clit, strumming me like a man trained to know my body perfectly. And he fucking should be, I spent months personally coaching him.

“You’re going to come for me,” Graham growls in my ear. “You’re already so close. Come on, mi reina. Give me what’s mine—”

I clap a hand over my mouth to hold in my screams because I am going to come for him. I’m right there, right on the edge of everything inside me detonating. His cock hits that place inside that has my walls tightening and my bones turning to jelly. He sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he lets loose inside me, my cries of more and harder and Graham muffled only by my hand.

And that’s when the bathroom door swings open.

“Mierda, Dios mío!”

Fuck, it’s Rowan. I look over in time to see him clap a hand over his eyes, turning away from the open door. And just in time to see a blonde head pop up behind him.

“Rowan? Qué pasó- Ay, Dios mío!” Clara’s blue eyes are so wide they nearly fall out of her little face. “NAOMI?!”

Rowan turns to his girlfriend, pulling her in until he can hide her face in his chest, simultaneously pushing her out the door. “What the fuck, Graham?!”

“Coño, toca antes de entrar!” The man still inside me shouts back.

“Es público!”

“Will you just get out!” I shout, hand falling to brace the sink again. “God fucking dammit!”

The door bangs shut against the frame as Graham slips out of me. And starts laughing. Actually laughing. I glare at him in the mirror as I rip my shorts back up my thighs. “This is absolutely not funny!”

He shrugs. “It’s a little funny—”

“Put your dick away!”

Graham rolls his eyes but, as always, does as I say. He’s buckling his belt when I open the bathroom door, finding my blushing friend and her very annoyed boyfriend standing just outside the door. “There is a bathroom,” I remind them through my teeth. “In the suite.”

“It’s currently occupied,” Clara explains, cheeks going, if possible, even more red. Which means Elias and Nelly are using it to do exactly what we were just doing. “We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to—”

“I thought you two were done with all this?!” Rowan demands, pointing between us.

“It’s an ongoing situation—”