Page 145 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

He swears softly under his breath.

I’ve been thinking about the cuffs ever since he said he was going to that meeting. He wouldn’t be in danger from his own men if it weren’t for me. It’s my turn to protect him.

“I need to be across town in under an hour,” he says. “Take these off.”

I climb back on him and kiss his chest. “You saved me; isn’t turnabout fair play?” I move down, kissing his abs.

“The kind of man who wouldn’t go to that meeting? The kind of man who runs from his own men with his tail between his legs? Putting you in danger along the way? That’s not a man you want, Edie.”

“Spare me the patriarchal bullshit because that’s exactly the man I want.” I kiss his belly button. I kiss the lightly furred stretch of hair below his belly button, the soft place that rises and falls with his every breath.

“I wanna wake up in bed every morning with the man who doesn’t go to that meeting.”

I plant another kiss.

Another.

I look up to find him watching with those angel-devil eyes, watching my every movement.

I slide my hands over his abs, trailing kisses back up his hot skin, over each and every muscular contour, all the way up to his strong chest.

“I have to go, princess.”

“Not happening.”

“You don’t get to decide that.”

I unbutton his pants.

He whooshes out a breath. “Edie... God... what are you doing?”

“You know what I’m doing.”

I lower the zipper. My wrist is killing me, but I don’t even give a shit.

“Edie,” he gusts out.

His cock is a rock-hard ridge. I kiss it. “I could make out with your cock for days. Days and days and days.”

His breath sounds ragged. Everything feels wild and real and a little bit dangerous. Because it is.

“You can’t... you....”

I yank down his pants and boxer briefs. His cock springs up.

Luka isn’t a man who likes to be managed. Or stopped from doing things, but there’s no going back now.

I lick the bead of precum off the tip, and he hisses out a ragged breath.

“Need you...” he groans.

That’s more like it. I pull his pants all the way off, down his legs, off his ankles. I want him so bad I can’t think.

“Yes,” he rumbles. “Show me that scorn, princess.”

“Forget it. That’s so far from how I feel right now. So far away.” I kiss the side of his cock. “You came for me, Luka. You knew it would cost you, but you came anyway.”

“Don’t make this more than it is,” he whispers. “Nothing but a transaction?—”