King's Passion (14 page)

She closed her eyes and shivered.

Smiling, Eamon pulled back. “In fact, I'm willing to just let you use me however you like if it'll put a smile back onto those beautiful lips of yours.”

Slowly, Victoria turned her head to see the sincerity in his lustful gaze.

“It's your decision.” The tips of his fingers brushed against the seat of her crotch. “Do you want to stay and pretend we're just fighting over ridiculous lawsuits or do you want to do what you
really
came here to do?”

V
ictoria's gaze lowered to Eamon's lips while his invitation hung in the air. Her mouth started to water at the memory of his taste. One bite and she would be addicted again. She struggled to find that raging anger she had storming into his office, but it had vanished like a ghost. Now she was left vulnerable with her heart racing like a wild mustang.

It had been two weeks, or rather fifteen days, five hours and a little over seventeen minutes since she had the incredible pleasure. But it felt more like it had been forever. And hadn't she done everything short of fasting and having an exorcism to try and get him out her system?

The seconds ticked by as she stared into his smoldering eyes and his hands grazed her crotch. This may have been too strong a temptation for her to overcome.

“So what do you want to do? I'll respect whatever you
decide,” he said. His voice dipped into a smoky baritone while that sexy smile sloped across his lips.

She twitched in his lap while her nipples ached. Somehow she managed to get her legs to work so that she could climb out of his lap.

Disappointment rippled across Eamon's face.

Victoria turned and walked toward the door, quivering like the last fall leaf on the first day of winter. When she reached the archway, there was one last desperate scream from the back of her brain.
Run!

It was the voice of reason, she knew. But it was soon overthrown by desire. She reached for the door and then slowly closed it and locked it. Taking a deep breath, her nerves calmed.

“That's a good girl,” Eamon praised. “Now, why don't you come back over here and give me a proper hello?”

Victoria faced him.
Damn, he was cocky as hell.
Then again, hadn't she known that? Didn't she like it?

Instead of obeying, she remained close to the door. There, she slowly lifted her hands to the back of her head and removed the pins from her hair. When her thick hair fell like a heavy curtain, she shook and slid her fingers through it so that it would splay across her shoulders.

Eamon's smile ticked higher.

Next, she took her time, reaching for the top pearl button of her silk blouse.
Slow and easy. Pace yourself. The key to seduction is slow and graceful moves.
So far it looked to be a good game plan because Eamon's gaze tracked her manicured fingers like a bloodhound. By the time she undid the last button and peeled open her blouse, Eamon looked like his tongue was ready to roll out of his head.

I have the power now.
She draped the blouse over the empty chair in front of his desk. Next she reached behind
her pencil skirt, undid the top button and then pulled the tiny zipper down. The skirt pooled at her feet and she calmly stepped out of it before adding it to the chair.

Excitement and fire glowed in Eamon's eyes as he eased back against his chair. “You have no idea how much I've missed you,” he confessed while his gaze tripped over her hourglass frame.

“How much?” she asked, her confidence returned.

He patted his lap. “Why don't you come over here and let me show you?”

Victoria shook her head and then pivoted around giving him a full view of her sleek back and the peek-a-boo strings that hugged her hips and disappeared down the center of her well-toned ass cheeks. She didn't have to see him to know where his eyes were locked. She could feel them like a lover's caress.

“Hot damn,” Eamon whispered with a small tremor in his voice.

Her confidence soared while she smiled at the closed door and reached for the small bra hooks. Two seconds later, it was added to her small pile of clothes. Pivoting back, the sight of her full breasts caused Eamon to inhale a sharp breath as if he'd been gut-punched.

Unbridled lust blanketed Eamon's face.

“Like what you see?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I
love
it.” He stood and walked around the desk. As he moved toward her, his gaze inched above her
Playboy
figure and settled onto her cover-girl face. “I still can't get over how beautiful you are.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?” she sassed. She reached for his shirt but didn't treat it with the same care that she had her own clothes. With all the strength she could muster from years of boot-camp fitness
training, she jerked open his shirt with such brute force that it sent his buttons flying.

“We keep this up and I'm going to have to buy some new shirts,” he joked.

Victoria jerked the shirt halfway down his arms and then gathered it tightly in one hand so that his arms would remain bound behind his back. She kind of liked the idea of him being helpless before her. Judging by his sly smile, they both knew that wasn't really the case.

“So what is it that you want to do with me, Princess?”

“I don't know. I'm thinking that if you keep talking, I'm going to have to gag you,” she said.

“Ooh. Kinky.”

“On your knees.”

His brows did another jump.

“You heard me. On your knees.” She pulled his shirt tighter, forcing his back straighter. “Now.”

“As you wish.” Eamon slowly bent his knees, though it still put him eye level with her cinnamon-brown areolas.

Another dose of power surged through Victoria. “That's better.” She glanced over at his cluttered desk and then stole one of his moves by sweeping an arm across it and sending everything crashing to the floor. “Oops.”

He chuckled.

Now with the desk cleared, she leaned back on the edge and then lifted her right leg and six-inch pumps off the floor so that she could drape it over Eamon's shoulder.

“You said that you missed me,” she reminded him. “Why don't
you
show me how much?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Grinning like a kid in Toys 'R' Us, he edged closer on his knees and then leaned forward to use his teeth to pull the thin crotch of her thong to the inside of her right leg. After that, he was face-to-face with her
newly shaved pussy. He was pleasantly surprised by the new look.

“Are you going to make me wait all day?” she asked.

“No, ma'am.” Without further ado, Eamon planted his face in front of her jasmine-and-white-rose-scented lips and tunneled his long tongue through her honey-drenched opening.

“Mmm,” Victoria moaned as she leaned further back across the desk.

Loving her response, Eamon went in for another lick. Then a lick and swirl. Lick, swirl and dip. Soon, he was in full feast mode.

Victoria filled his office with the sounds of music—well, moans. But it sounded like music to both of them.

Eamon decided to change up and refused to let her climax before
he
was ready. Every time he sensed that she was getting close, he would pull back and start peppering kisses along the inside of her thighs. After a few seconds he would dive right back in.

Lick. Swirl. Dip.
When she got close again, he'd pull back. After a while she was pleading, bucking and then trying to direct him by grabbing the sides of his head. Nothing she did could get him to unleash the tornado around her clit. Once he had her positively begging, he surged forward and gave her what she wanted.

Victoria climaxed and shuddered so hard, Eamon felt like he was between two mountains during an earthquake. To show her just how well he could follow orders, he shook off his shirt and then reached up and locked her back down in place so that the second tornado could touch down. A flood of honey surged against his open mouth. Still he remained rooted in place until it looked like she needed a tank of oxygen in order to breathe.

Now that he had allowed her to enjoy a little dose of
power, it was time for him to take back the reins. Eamon climbed back onto his feet and unzipped his pants. “My turn.” He took her by the arm and helped her off the desk.

She came willingly, though it was questionable whether her head had stopped spinning.

Eamon turned her around and then bent her over the desk. He whipped out a condom like a gunslinger from the Old West, sheathed himself and eased his way inside of her. He had to take his time because her warm walls were still shaking and quivering with orgasmic aftershocks. Each time her walls pulsed, it gave his cock a tight hug. By the time he'd glided all the way in, a line of sweat had broken out along his forehead.

“You're so tight,” he groaned while struggling to catch his own breath. It was important for him to be careful. The wrong move would have him coming
waaay
too soon. But he almost lost the war when Victoria started rocking back against him.

“Ah. You really did miss me.” He slapped her on her butt.

Victoria continued to throw her hips back.

“All right. All right.” He stood still and then folded his hands behind his head. “You go ahead and do you, Princess. Let me watch you get what you need.” And that's exactly what he did. He watched her while she rode him from the side of the desk. “That's right, Princess. It's all for you.”

Eamon slapped her ass again and smiled as it jiggled. It looked so good to him that he did again.

And again.

Soon her cheeks glowed red. “You like that, Princess?”

Victoria gasped and panted.

“How does it feel?”

She moaned as her pace accelerated.

Eamon's toes started to curl and his breathing started to shorten a bit, but he leaned forward and then wrapped her thick hair around his right hand. Gently, he tugged her head back until he had full access to the violin curve of her neck. “I asked you a question, Princess. How does it feel? Are you enjoying yourself?”

More panting and gasping.

“Is this really what you flew all the way here for? Hmm?”

Victoria added some moans.

“Come on. Tell the truth. Don't lie to me. This is why you came.”

It was clear that she was trying to evade the question by the way she kept throwing her hips back. So he pressed his free hand against her butt and stopped her from being able to back it up. Not that she didn't try.

“Answer the question, Princess.” He took a moment to stop himself from coming again. “Why did you fly back to Vegas, baby?” he said as he removed his hand and gave her one long thrust.

“Hmm?” Another thrust.

“Tell Daddy why you came.”

Thrust.

He tugged her hair. “Did you miss this good dick? Hmm?”

Thrust.

Victoria couldn't dodge the truth anymore so she nodded.

“Sorry. I can't hear you.”

Tug. Thrust.

“Y-yes!”

As a reward, she received three thrusts.

“Why didn't you just tell me that?” He gave her three more quick thrusts. “Were you trying to act all prim and proper?”

Thrust.

“Is that it?”

Thrust.

“Hmm?”

Thrust.

It was clear that she didn't know how to answer that question. So he came up with a solution. “When you're around me, there's not going to be any more of that bourgie stuff.”
Thrust.
“There's not going to be any more pretending that you're all high and mighty. You got that?”
Thrust.

“There's not going to be any more games between me and you. You want something, you just tell Daddy.”
Thrust.
“You got that?”

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

With one hand still wrapped around her hair, he moved his free hand to reach around her left hip and then dipped down in between her legs. Her sighs climbed higher when the pads of his fingers started caressing her clit.

“You understand me, Princess?”

“Y-yes. God, yes!”

“Then let me hear you say it.” He stopped thrusting.

Victoria tried to cheat again and wriggle her way back.

Eamon slapped her ass again. “What did I say?”

“I need you, Daddy! Please!”

She wriggled again, but since she had asked politely he let it go. “Now, that wasn't so hard now, was it?” He released her hair and then locked his hands onto her shoulders and turned his hips into a jackhammer. Lost in their own world, neither of them paid attention to how
hard the desk was being bumped around the floor. There was a quick change in positions so he could enjoy watching her face as she lay across the desk on her back. Before the afternoon was over, they tried it against the wall, the floor and even on the fax machine.

By their final orgasm, Eamon hadn't even noticed that his guttural groans now sounded like a roaring lion. When he floated down from that last orgasmic high, he needed an oxygen tank and he was only mildly curious as to how they'd ended up under the desk. But one thing was for sure, they had completely wrecked his office.

Victoria rolled over and placed her head against his chest. He expected her to fall asleep in just a few seconds. Hell, he was going to sleep, too. While he waited for his heart to slow down, he felt the need to say something. But all the things he wanted to say, all the things he was beginning to feel for this extraordinary woman, scared the hell out of him.

T
he next two months passed by like a montage in a romantic comedy movie. At least that's what it felt like to Victoria before she tried pinching herself to make sure it was real. But every day, she kept waking up lying next to this incredible King and wondering how her life had changed so dramatically. At first she just accepted that there was just this powerful sexual energy between them that needed to work itself out. Clearly they were compatible and she loved discovering a whole new side of herself that she'd never known existed before, and somehow Eamon instinctively knew just how far to take it and when to steer clear of some things.

She was learning to read him as well, too. He was comfortable enough with his masculinity to let her take control sometimes, but then he knew just when she wanted him to completely dominate her. Sex. It was just sex, she kept telling herself.

Until it wasn't just sex.

When exactly that started to change was still a bit of a mystery. It could have been one of the many nights when they'd gone dancing outside on the Terrace at the Pure Night Club or took in the KÀ Cirque du Soleil show. Victoria discovered that despite Eamon's cockiness from time to time, and his enormous sexual appetite, that he was also musically gifted.

She couldn't believe her ears the first time he sat down at The Piano Bar in Town Square and started playing everything from Joplin to Billy Joel as if he'd been a musical prodigy. She even watched as he dueled with one of the club's piano players. Soon the place was packed with people shouting out requests in such a frenzy that Victoria didn't understand why the chords weren't catching on fire.

Eamon's quick sure fingers danced around the keys while he cracked jokes with the audience and shot wicked smiles at her. When they had made love later that night, he'd opened up about a time when he had seriously considered becoming a songwriter. He talked about a music group when he was in high school, but Victoria also sensed that he was dancing around something else, as well. If she trusted her women's intuition, she'd say it had something to do with a girl.

The first time Victoria got the tour of his North Shore estate, she soaked in the beauty of the white, three-level home with custom chandeliers, columns with iron and brass scrolls and extensive stone work, she could have sworn that she'd just stepped into one of her father's homes in Palm Beach. When they walked into the elevator that went from the ground floor to the upper levels, she saw that the back of the elevator was made of glass and overlooked a stunning lake with a private dock. Of course, the room
that she was most interested in seeing was the master bedroom.

The moment she stepped onto the Brazilian hardwood floor and gazed at the California king–size bed she thought that she had died and gone to heaven. The French-Empire style appeared to be black oak with a crown of barely twisted columns and decorative moldings.

“So is this where the magic happens?” she asked, cutting her gaze at him and expecting a cocky answer.

“The only magic I feel is when I'm around you,” he answered and drew her into his arms.

Victoria didn't know whether that was a line he'd honed over the years or not. She just knew that it made her heart melt and her clothes disappear. Actually, that happened a lot around him. The first morning she woke up in his bed she was alone. But before she had the chance to wonder where he'd disappeared to, she heard this incredibly beautiful music floating through the house. Curious, she climbed out of bed, wrapped the insanely large top sheet around her body and went to investigate. As she walked through the hallway to take the long staircase down, the beautiful music eased a smile across her face.

Victoria found Eamon in the parlor, sitting at a grand piano in just a pair of black, silk pajama pants. Maybe that was the moment when the possibility of Eamon being more than a sex partner took root. Smiling, she leaned against the parlor entryway and just watched his face while music poured from his fingertips. It was more instinct than knowledge that led her to believe that the song was an original piece and he was the songwriter.

Being a child of privilege, Victoria had been to and seen lots of beautiful things around the world, but none of it really touched her. She saw, but didn't see. Heard, but didn't listen. Read, but didn't comprehend. She was a
woman of structure and order…well, at least she used to be. Somehow all that was changing right before her eyes. And she couldn't have been happier. Should she trust it?

Closing her eyes, she didn't want to answer the questions her heart posed. The answers scared the hell out of her. For the moment, she was content to finally let the beauty just soak in. By the time the music faded, her face was wet with tears.

“What are these for?” Eamon asked, gently wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

Victoria's dewy lashes fluttered open to see Eamon now standing before her with his concerned brown eyes gazing down at her.

“I know the song isn't polished, but I didn't think it was that bad.”

She smiled. “You have to be kidding me. I think that was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard.”

Eamon chuckled. “It's rather early for you to be trying to inflate my ego, don't you think?” He pulled her into his arms and snaked kisses down her neck. “The beautiful thing to me is when you're moaning in my arms.”

His lips grazed a ticklish spot and Victoria giggled like a schoolgirl. “Stop it.” She pushed him back and then locked gazes with him. “I was being serious. You're really talented.”

“And so are you.” He squeezed her bottom.

She struggled to keep a straight face, but she wasn't willing to let the matter drop. “Why do you do that? Can't
you
take a compliment—or does it always have to be about your sexual prowess?”

He sucked in a deep breath but finally managed to get serious. “Thank you. I'm glad and humbled that you enjoyed my music, Princess.”

“More than enjoyed it. Baby, you should be doing
something with a talent like that. You're really good. Trust me. I have family members who have gone to Juilliard. I know talent when I hear it.”

“Baby?” Eamon repeated, hiking up a brow. “Am I your baby now?”

Victoria enjoyed a few more seconds of some wonderful groping before she tried to get serious again. “Why do you keep trying to change the subject? You could be a huge success in New York with a talent like that.”

The mood shifted and all the humor died out of Eamon's smile. “Is that what's important to you? For me to be accepted in your snobby New York society?”

She realized too late that she had insulted him. “That's not what I meant.”

“No? Are you sure?” His hands fell away from her waist.

“Of course I'm sure.” Victoria grabbed his hands and tried to put them back around her waist. “I don't care what you do for a living or…what type of people you hang around.”

Eamon cocked his head as he studied her. “And what
type
of people do I hang around?”

Her shoulders kept bobbing up and down in an attempt to shrug off the foolish question, but she just ended up looking like she had developed some weird tick. “I don't know. Strippers…hookers or ladies of the evening, I don't know.”

“Hookers?”

It looked like she was going to eat both feet for breakfast that morning.

“You know, just because prostitution is legal in this state, doesn't mean that I hire them as employees at my club where I'm their pimp. As for the people that I do employ, you'll never find a group of more decent hard
working individuals. They are nice people. They have nice families and they pay their taxes. Maybe they weren't born with silver spoons in their mouths or went to Ivy League schools, but we're good people. Some of us are even talented.”

He tried to remove his arms again, but Victoria refused to let him. “I'm sorry. None of that came out right. I didn't mean to imply… I just…” She searched but her brain failed to find words to help her smooth this over so she just went with the truth. “I'm just a snobby bitch sometimes.”

The confession surprised him and brought his smile back at the same time. “Tell me more.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, but she smiled, as well. “First. Let's make it clear that just because I said the word doesn't mean that you get to. Got it?”

“Got it.” Eamon lifted up one hand and covered his heart with the other. “The
B
word shall not cross my lips.”

“Better not.” Her smile widened before she admitted a few more flaws she was aware of that had come to her attention over the years. “All right. I admit that
sometimes
I might judge people.”

He gasped with dramatic shock. “You? Stop it. Next you'll be telling me that you have a bad temper and slap people from time to time.”

Victoria's gaze narrowed. “Second rule. Nix the sarcasm.”

Eamon twisted an invisible key at his mouth and then tossed it over his shoulder.

“You're enjoying this way too much,” she said. “Let's just suffice it to say that I know that I'm not perfect. And… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said or implied that your friends and employees were hookers.”

“Oh. I have a few friends that are hookers. They just don't work for me.” Victoria gasped.

“I'm just kidding.” He threw his head back and laughed while she started punching him playfully on the chest.

After that morning, Victoria found it a whole lot easier sharing things with him, a lot of it she had never shared with anyone, not even the twins. Whenever she tried to figure out why that was, she could only guess that it was because Eamon didn't judge her. Would he tease her over silly things? Yes. But it wasn't like the withering, snarky comments and salacious gossip that circulated around New York society and Page Six when you wore something two seasons in a row or snubbed the right people at the wrong time or the wrong people at the right time. Friendships were as solid as haystack houses during hurricane season.

Life in Las Vegas was remarkably simple compared to the big city, so much so that she couldn't remember when she gave serious thought to returning to New York. Now that she was experiencing what real happiness felt like, she didn't want to let it go.

“I just want to know when you're coming home,” her father barked over her cell phone. “Two months is a long time for Las Vegas. Your mother and I are really starting to worry.”

Victoria scrambled out of Eamon's bed and grabbed one of his T-shirts that was tossed on the floor. She didn't know what possessed her to answer her phone. “Daddy, there's no reason to worry.”

“Really? Then why are you whispering?”

Victoria glanced over her shoulder to make sure that Eamon was still fast asleep while she tiptoed to the master bathroom. “I'm not whispering,” she said in an even lower whisper. Once she made it into the bathroom and closed
the door, she cleared her throat and spoke a little louder. “I…I was just waking up. That's all.”

“Just waking up?” her father's voice rose. “Isn't it noon there?”

“Yes. It's…well, I've been keeping different hours.”

“I'd say. You've always been an early riser now you're telling me that you just slept the whole morning away?”

“Well, I don't know what to tell you, Dad. Vegas is all about the night life. You go to bed early in the morning and you get up late in the afternoon. It's no big deal.”

Mondell Gregory fell silent.

“Really, Daddy. Everything is fine,” she assured. “I'm having a good time.”

“Apparently. This new lifestyle of yours wouldn't happen to have anything to do with Eamon King, would it?”

Victory's spine stiffened as she gripped her cell phone tighter. “How do you know about Eamon?”

“Is that a real question?” he asked, chuckling.

“You've been spying on me?”

“I've been acting like I always have—like a protective father,” Mondell stated flatly. “I had every right to be concerned when shortly after you were left standing at the altar, you fly down to Vegas and get yourself involved with some pimp that owns a chain of strip clubs.”

“He's
not
a pimp, Daddy. You shouldn't be so judgmental and closed-minded about people. If memory serves me correctly, I believe that you spend quite a bit of time in
gentlemen's
clubs, too.”

“Only to conduct business with investors,” her father defended.

Victoria rolled her eyes. “Yeah right, Dad. I'm not five.”

Her father's voice continued to rise. “I don't care if
you're five or thirty-five. You're still my daughter, who is with a man I don't know from Adam and I doubt that you do, either.”

“You had him investigated, didn't you?” she accused.

“And you didn't?” he shot back. “That doesn't sound like the logical, pragmatic daughter I raised.”

The accusation stung, mainly because it was the truth.

“Look, Victoria. I completely understand that you went through something very traumatic. I couldn't believe that Marcus would do something like that, either. We were both taken by surprise. On paper I saw what you saw—a nice stable man with great financial potential. I was all set to move him up in the company, bump in salary—the works. What can I say? He pulled one over on us.”

“Us?”
She started pacing the floor. “It wasn't
us.
It was me!
I
was humiliated.
My
name was dragged through those stupid tabloids. And you want to know what? I'm
glad.
”

“What?”

“Yes. I'm thrilled,” Victoria shouted and then jumped when her voice echoed back. But damn if that didn't feel good to say. “Marcus did me a huge favor by not showing up that day. I know now that I would've just been miserable being married to him. There wouldn't have been any
passion
or excitement. He wouldn't have challenged me to do things that I've never done before.”