King's Passion (17 page)

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ictoria had transformed Eamon's study into a small office for herself. While he darted around town between the club, the restaurant and Bachelor Adventures, she still put in work for her father's company off-site. It was easy, since in her profession, all she needed was her trusted laptop. Her hours were a little whacky, because it was usually late when Eamon came in and of course she wanted to spend time with him, too. So she focused more on the Asian markets since she was just climbing out bed when there was only about an hour left in the trading day in New York.

That satisfied her father a bit, but he still pressured her to tell him when she was coming back home or whether she was moving to the West Coast permanently. So far, she'd managed to dodge having to give him a straight answer. But she would need to soon—for herself as well as her father.

Around midnight was when she really started to miss Eamon. She tried not to think of what went on in a gentlemen's club night after night because it was the only way to control any doubts about him falling to temptation. But what if he did? What then? It wasn't like they had discussed them being an exclusive item, right? She was pretty sure that she was the only one he was seeing. Hell, she had moved into his house, really. He came home every day and called constantly when he was away to check on her. So what was the problem?

The problem is that you're playing house instead of holding out for the real thing.

Frustrated, Victoria decided she needed to draw herself a bubble bath so she could try to relax. But no sooner had she sank into the hot water did she hear something in the master bedroom. “Eamon? Is that you?” She got a little excited about the idea of him coming home early tonight.

“Yeah. It's me!”

She squeezed her eyes and clenched her fist victoriously. “Yes,” she whispered. But then when he was quiet for so long, she feared that he'd just simply rushed in and rushed back out to work. “Sweetheart? Whatcha doing?”

A second later, the bathroom door flew open and Eamon strolled in in his robe. It was a good thing that it was such a large tub because it looked like he was about to join her.

“What do you think you're doing?” she asked when he headed toward her.

Eamon dropped his robe and then struck a pose. “What do you think?”

Victoria howled with laughter, but that just encouraged Eamon to strike a few more poses.

“Don't front. You know you love it.” He flexed his arms to showcase two boulder-size muscles in his biceps.

“Not bad. Not bad,” she finally conceded. But when he turned all the way around and clenched his butt muscles for a backside pose, Victoria nearly drowned because she was laughing so hard.

“Sticks and stones, baby. Sticks and stones,” Eamon said, stepping into the tub and easing down on the opposite end of the tub. He sighed like he was starring in an old Calgon commercial. “Now, this is the life,” he said, scooping bubbles up against his chest. “I can get used to this.”

“Uh-huh. You know, I like to think of my bubble baths as my
me
time,” she hinted.

“Go ahead. You won't even notice that I'm here.”

“Somehow I doubt that. That's kind of like trying to ignore an elephant in the room.” She flicked her hand and sent a spray of water toward his face.

“Hey! Don't you see that I'm in the middle of my beauty regimen?” He paid her back by slapping his large hand into the tub. A large wall of water smacked her in the face.

Victoria sputtered and spat water and bubbles out. “Whoa. I didn't try to drown you.” She tossed more water at him.

“Oh yeah?” He reached over and grabbed her foot.

“There you go, always playing dirty.”

“Is there any other way?”

“C'mon. Stop playing.”

Eamon's smile split from ear to ear, but he didn't release her foot. Not yet anyway. Instead, he started tickling the bottom of it, knowing full well that she was ticklish.

Victoria went wild, splashing water everywhere while laughing and trying to pull her foot back. When she finally
succeeded, there was just as much water on the floor as there was in the tub.

Eamon had the nerve to try to scoot into a corner and act innocent, which was impossible to do wearing a Cheshire cat grin and having enough bubbles in his hair to make it look like he was wearing a Colonial-era white wig.

Her eyes narrowed, wishing that she could think of a way to exact revenge.

“Look, I'm just going to sit over here and mind my own business,” he reasoned now that the damage was done.

Victoria retreated back to the other side of tub.

Eamon smiled and leaned back, but he quickly started more mischief when he looked over to the tub's edge at her collection of beauty products. “What's this?” He lifted up a spa-gel mask. “Ooh. I'm Zorro.”

She rolled her eyes, but laughed when he strapped the mask on. “You look ridiculous.”

“Not sexy?”

She hesitated. “Maybe a little of both.”

“Ahhh.” He waved a finger at her and started singing and shaking his hips. “You think I'm sexy.”

“Take that off.” She moved toward him and snatched the mask off his face.

“Hey!” He went back to pretending to be offended. “Didn't your parents ever teach you how to share?”

“Didn't yours teach you how to not be annoying?”

He thought about it and then simply said, “No.” Eamon's attention went back to the counter. “Damn. I didn't know that it took this much work for you to look as good as you do. What's this green stuff?”

“Put that down,” she snapped.

Eamon dropped the bottle and raised his hands in the air like the bathroom police had just raided the place. “Yes, ma'am.”

“Did you come home just so that you could annoy me?”

“Absolutely not,” he answered, as he contradicted himself by nodding.

It was hard for her to pretend that she was annoyed when she was happy to see him.

“It looks like you have everything in here but one thing,” he said.

“And what's that?”

“You need a good back scrubber.” He winked. “Come here.”

She looked at him suspiciously. “You've gotta be kidding, right?”

“C'mon. I'll be on my best behavior.”

She didn't move.

“Promise,” he added, crossing his heart.

Victoria didn't miss that he also folded his arm behind his back. No doubt so that he could cross his fingers. But it was hard to resist such an irresistible face. He was too handsome for his own good. “All right. But if you try any funny stuff, I'm going to get you back when you least expect it.”

“Deal.”

She held out her hand for him to shake on it, but he frowned. “What? My word doesn't mean anything to you?”

Victoria rolled her eyes, not believing that she was about to give him the benefit of the doubt. When she settled in between his legs, Eamon laughed like a mad scientist.

“Now I have you in my trap.” He wrapped his arms around her and then started blowing raspberries against the column of her neck.

Victoria squealed.

“I got you and I'm never letting go,” he exclaimed. Soon
after, his laughter died when his words bounced back off the bathroom tile.
Had he sensed that she didn't want him to ever let her go?

Silence hung between for a long time before Victoria looked back at him over her shoulder. “So are you going to wash my back or is this just a cheap way for you to cop a feel?”

Her sly smile succeeded in pulling Eamon back to reality. “Would it bother you if I said yes to both?”

“Not at all.”

They laughed and Eamon got busy. He took his time, washing her back. Every once in a while, he'd bend forward and plant kisses among the soapy bubbles. Once she was cleaned to his satisfaction, he instructed her to lean back so that he could now concentrate on the other side.

She complied without complaint.

He started at her shoulders, got lost in a trance when a stream of soapy bubbles raced through the valley between her breasts and beyond. Before long, he glided the sponge lower. It went around the valley, over her quivering flat abs and then disappeared into the water.

Once he was in the zone, he released the sponge and instead plunged his fingers through the opening of her legs. Victoria moaned and turned her head up toward him. In response, Eamon lowered his head and captured her soft lips into a kiss while his fingers continued to rock back and forth inside of her.

It didn't take long for her to start squirming and thrusting her hips. That only encouraged him to deepen the kiss. He loved her taste and how their tongues danced erotically together. Her squirming gave way to quivering. When she hit her pinnacle, Eamon swallowed her orgasmic whimper.

After they climbed out of the tub, Eamon retrieved the towels and took time to pat her dry. The bedroom was already lit with candles. “I'm a man who plans,” he said with a wink.

She was surprised at seeing towels on the bed, but when he picked up a bottle of warm baby oil, she understood.

“Why don't you just lie down right here so I can show off another talent I have?”

“Gladly.” Victoria lay on her stomach and folded her hands underneath her chin.

Eamon climbed onto the bed, straddling her with his thick thighs. When the first drop of oil hit her skin, Victoria jumped a bit but he kept pouring a steady stream down the center of her back. After he capped the bottle, he massaged the oil into her soft skin with all the practiced ease of a professional masseur.

“That feels so good.”

Again Eamon got caught up in making languid circles across her back.

The oil slowly started to warm up to a nice body-temperature heat. Victoria couldn't help moaning again. By the time Eamon had worked his way down to her lower back, she was as limp as a wet noodle.

“Does it feel good, Princess?”

“It feels divine.”

He liked hearing that. Eamon continued kneading her body, determined not to miss a single inch. He moved his hands over the nice curves of her butt and for a brief moment he imagined his brick-hard erection sliding down the center. It looked like an erotic picture of a hot dog and bun.

He smiled, but he kept the juvenile thought to himself. Instead he reached for the bottle of oil again and poured two streams of the liquid over each cheek and even on the
back of her thighs before massaging the oil into her skin. Trying to remain a good boy was becoming increasingly hard. As his hands worked in between her thighs, his fingers grazed her pussy.

Victoria quivered, causing her lush booty to jiggle a little bit. So of course, he did it again. This time his oiled fingertips eased inside of her and then mixed with her own natural lubrication.

“Mmm.”

“Looks like you're getting wet again, Princess,” he said as he worked a second finger inside of her. She was even wetter. The room came alive with the sound of her rapturous moans and the soft sound of his hand sloshing around in her jar of honey. But nothing was getting him harder than the sight of her butt bouncing in front of him.

“Oh God,” she cried, panting.

Eamon knew that she was seconds from another orgasm. He bent down and tattooed her ass with small kisses. “You want me to go faster or slower, Princess?”

“F-faster,” Victoria answered, rolling her hips.

Following orders, Eamon slid in another finger and then gave her exactly what she asked for.

In no time, she released a high-pitch squeal and he watched with amusement when she clenched her butt cheeks tight as wave after wave crashed over her. Picking up the massage-oil bottle, Eamon finished rubbing down the rest of her while she collected herself.

“Are you relaxed now?”

Victoria slowly rolled over and smiled up at him. “You have no idea. I swear, I don't know what I'll do if something ever happens to your hands.”

He smiled. “I guess that makes two of us.”

Victoria sat up and grabbed the bottle from him. “My turn.”

“Ah,” he said, catching the glint in her eye and recognizing that her competitive nature had just kicked in. “All right. Let's see what you got.”

They quickly exchanged positions, but when he lay on his stomach, she threw in a curve.

“No. I want you to lie on your back.”

Eamon turned around and looked at her.

She was serious.

“Okay. It's going to be that kind of oil job, eh?”

“Like yours was sooo aboveboard. Now turn over,” Victoria ordered.

“With pleasure,” Eamon said, rolling over and tucking his hands behind his head.

Victoria smiled and climbed on top, her thighs straddling him.

While she dribbled oil onto his chest, Eamon's eyes settled on the sight of her pretty pink pussy peeking out from her open legs. “Now, this is what I call heaven.”

Victoria ignored the comment and started working the oil into his skin.

Smiling, he liked the way her slender fingers slipped and slid across his chest, he also liked the sight of her breasts swaying as she moved, as well. She inched her way down, gliding over his waist, but he nearly came unglued when his cock snaked between her legs, glided through the center of her pussy and bounced straight up in the air in front of her as she eased farther down his body.

But whatever disappointment he felt for the missed opportunity, it disappeared when her oily fingers wrapped around his fat cock and proceeded to slide down its thick length. Shuddering, Eamon sucked in a breath.

Victoria smiled. “It looks like I have your undivided
attention.” She circled her hand around the fat head and then slid it back down the growing length. “I kind of like that.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but she picked that very moment to increase her hand's speed. Of course, he forgot what the hell he was about to say. The sight of her caramel skin racing along his glistening black dick not only increased the speed of his rising nut, but also caused his toes to curl and his stomach muscles to quiver.