Ruthless King

“We don’t want to waste this, now, do we?” he murmured. “You’re going to need this to make me a baby.”

Oh hell. Jilly tried to catch her breath.

Blow job under his desk? Ticked off her list of fantasies.

Being bent over his desk and fucked? Also ticked off her list of fantasies.

And sucking him off with someone else in the room, which she hadn’t even realized was a fantasy . . . also ticked off.

It was a damn good night.

44

“Ireally think I should come,” she said as she stood at the base of the staircase while Regent got ready to leave.

He turned to face her. “No.”

This had been an ongoing argument since last night. One that she wasn’t winning, much to her consternation.

“But you said you’d be safe. That you would be sitting in a car a block away with Victor.”

“Iwill be safe. Not you.”

“How will it be any different for me?” she asked with exasperation, putting her hands on her hips.

This last week in his house had been almost idyllic. Aside from being ill and having an overprotective criminal lord forcing her to rest every two seconds. Once he got over that . . . well, let’s just say the swimming pool interlude the other night had just been the tip of the iceberg.

Victor walked in from outside, staring at them both.

She saw his lips twitched. “Everything all right?”

“Yes,” Regent replied.

“No!” she cried, stomping her foot.

Immediately, she felt like an idiot. Her cheeks grew red as she gaped at the two men.

Wow, way to act all sophisticated. To show Regent that you can fit into his world.

Acting like a two-year-old is not attractive.

“Sorry,” she whispered, backing away.

Tears filled her eyes. This was awful.

“Let me guess,” Victor said. “Jilly wants to come and you won’t let her because it’s too dangerous.”

“Exactly,” Regent muttered, but without taking his eyes from her. “Jilly, are you all right?”

Nope. Not even slightly.

“Of course she isn’t. Some asshole is blackmailing her. Another asshole left her in mountains of debt. And you’re being an overprotective caveman.”

Regent sent a glare to Victor. “Like you would bring Gracen.”

Victor scowled. “Hmm. Jilly, you need to stay home.”

She nodded with a sigh. What could she really do anyway?