Page 37 of King of Cruelty

I giggled.

“What about you?” he asked. “Can you handle dating a homeless bum for a little while longer?”

“Hmm,” I hummed, pushing out my lips. “Let’s see. Do you have a—?” I leaned over his shoulder, peering down. “Oh, yep. The cute-butt requirement is fulfilled.” I sat back, beaming at him. “We’ll make it just fine.”

River cracked up. “Actually, I don’t know,” he mused, wrinkling my nose. “How can you be sure I met the requirement? You didn’t get a very good look.”

My brows shot up my forehead. “That is true. It would strongly behoove me to give that ass a good and proper test spin,” I purred, draping my arms around his shoulders. “For the sake of the relationship.”

Smirking, River nipped my nose. “I think you’ll find that it’s your ass that’s about to get a hard and thorough test spin.”

Heat exploded in my body, tearing my hardening nipples free of my balconet bra. I did not use the words hard or thorough, but I liked them much,muchbetter.

River bent, dropping kisses on my collarbone, and the dizzying heat surging through my body skyrocketed. “But—but what about dinner?”

River turned the stove off in two quick snaps.

“And what about Sienna?” I blurted, head falling back.

“I promised I’d let her lease our newest, so-to-be-purchased location for a dollar a month,” he dropped, “in exchange for three uninterrupted hours of Kenzie time.”

I blinked.I swear, every time I look away, my sweet and clever sister makes another move to build her entrepreneurial empire.

“Seems like you and my ass had this date booked out in advance.”

“Yep.” River lifted me squealing over his shoulder, marching me off to the couch. The world spun as he tossed me down and then himself after me. “Got a problem with that?”

“Not a single one.”

Just like that, our clothes came off in a flurry. Getting alone time with River was less than easy. I was hardly going to bring Sunny’s hated half uncle back to his place to screw him on Sunny’s bed, but River’s room in the shelter was no more than a small cot in the office. Amazing man that he was, he refused to take up a proper bed that could go to someone who needed it more.

All of this left me in desperate need of River time.

My hands were everywhere. Threading through his locks, running down his abs, raking down his back, and squeezing his ass—pulling him ever closer to me.

I was drowning in River Redgrave—soaking in his spicy burnt-orange-and-sandalwood scent, barely hanging on to his arms holding me tight.

River kissed down my forehead to my nose, escaping the cliff of my chin and dropping down between the valley of my breasts.

I shivered under the burning trail, eyes fluttering—

“Oh!” I moaned, eyes popping wide as two fingers teased my lower lips, and then slipped past their entrance—finding a warm and eager welcome inside.

“Dammit, Kenzie, you’re so freaking gorgeous,” he growled. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I moaned louder, legs spreading wider as he sunk in to the knuckles and spreeeaaad his fingers. “If it’s anything... like what you do to me... you’re a lucky man.”

He chuckled, and was still chuckling when he wrapped his tongue around my nipple—sending delicious vibrations through the sensitive nub.

My back arched off the soft, plush fabric, transporting me to a world of pure, passionate, animalistic pleasure. Reaching between us, I palmed his length—feeling no shame at the naughty, shallow happiness I got at barely being able to fit my hand around the size of him.

Balancing on my heels, I got under him and pushed, flipping him unceremoniously on his back.

“Whoa!” he cried, blinking up at my smirk.

“Uh-uh,” I teased, shimmying down his legs. “No interrupting while I’m working.”

With that, I bent and swallowed his cock whole, ripping a grunt out of him.