CHAPTER 33

Romaine watched as Kingston walked towards her, his jaw clenched tightly and his eyes transfixed on her hand between her legs. His eyes darkened with each step he took until he stood next to her.

The bulge in his jeans made her even wetter than she already was. Dancing with him at that club had made her blood boil, grinding against him as he gripped her ass hard in those hands.

It made her almost want to go back to that first club, claim a booth, and let others hear her moans of pleasure as Kingston took her hard and fast. Kingston wanted to conquer her. She saw it in the way his hands twitched at his sides, hungry to touch her.

When he knelt beside her, she moved her hand away, hungry to feel his fingers deep inside her or just stroking her clit. But Kingston’s hand took the hand that she used between her legs, brought it to his mouth, and flicked his tongue out to taste. He licked her finger like a lollipop and then placed it on her mound.

“No