Ruthless King

She rushed into the room. “There you are!”

For a moment, he just stared at her and she wondered if she’d made a mistake.

What had she been thinking? Just busting in on him like this? He was working.

You idiot, Jilly!

“Sorry, I’ll just . . .”

Tip-toe out of here in embarrassment.

“And what are you doing wearing my shirt?” he drawled.

Was that heat in his face? Did he like that she was wearing it?

“Well, I woke up and you weren’t there. So I grabbed what was closest and came down to find you.”

“Is that so?” He crooked a finger at her, then pushed his chair back and turned it to face her as she walked around the desk.

“And what do you have on under that shirt?” he asked, running a hand up her thigh when she stood between his legs.

Her heart raced, her breath hitching.

“Nothing at all.”

“You went to bed naked?” he asked. “I hope you weren’t touching yourself.”

She pouted. “I wish. Someone won’t let me touch myself without permission.”

“Poor baby. Were you hoping I’d come to bed and take care of that for you?”

She nodded.

“I tell you what, I’ve got a few more things to do. Why don’t you go upstairs and get under the covers since it’s cold, and I’ll be up to warm you soon.”

“Hmm. Or . . .”

“Or, what?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “Or I could warm you up while you work.”

His eyes widened and she knew she’d surprised him.

Good. He needed some surprising.

“You want to suck on my cock while I work, baby?”

Jilly bounced up and down on her toes. “Yes, please.”

His eyes darkened. “Then get under the desk.”

Okay. She’d kind of expected him to protest a bit first. So she crawled under the desk before he could change his mind.

He placed his hand on her head, protecting it from smacking into the bottom of the wooden desk.

“Watch your head,” he warned.

Damn. He knew just what to do and say to make her heart melt.