Touch Me Not Mr·kingsley Novels & Stories

I could hear a suppressed chuckle on the other end of the line, making my cheeks flush in embarrassment. “Your boss is Mr. Snow. You can call me Lucas" he interrupted. I could almost feel his smirk through the phone "Listen, I’m planning a birthday party for our mother and I need to make sure your annoying boss can make it. You must be responsible for his schedule. I need you not to book anything four days from now so he could come here. No matter how important it is, just clear his schedule and do not take any meetings or whatever it is that always keeps him busy”

“I am Damian, CEO and Boss of Key!” Keiko was nervous and embarrassed, her face was already red. “I'm Keiko, Key's best friend!” Keiko shook Damian's hand for a bit. If seen from anywhere, even from the end of the Monas though. The figure of the man in front of him was really handsome, seriously. Keiko didn't lie this time. Damian was really handsome, tall, well-established and seemed to be full of warmth. And that suddenly made Keiko want to tease the figure in front of her.

"Impossible! You're lying!" "Am I?" I said lightly. "Then why is your phone ringing?" Only then did Marco notice his phone vibrating wildly. He answered it, his hand trembling. A video immediately appeared on the screen. The first scene: his most trusted lieutenant, Tony, hanging upside down from a meat hook in a slaughterhouse, his hands cut off, blood dripping to the floor. Tony was howling in agony. "Boss, save me… save me…" Marco's face went white. The second scene: his right-hand man, Paul, tied to a railroad track, the sound of an approaching train growing louder.

That he'll kill her. Fuck. I can't wait to get my hands on him, though there's now a line of people wanting to fuck him up before Alyssa takes the final shot. King picks up on the third ring. "What's up, prez?" "You busy?" I ask, even though I can hear the muffled crying and shouting in the background. "Not really," King replies dryly. "Just visiting our friend, Mr. Rivera." "King, you're making a mess," Mason grumbles in the background.

"Mr. Murray, you've arrived!" Robert opened his mouth carefully, a hypocritical smile lingering on his face, and Luna threw a towel at him. "Please, dry your face and then speak to Mr. Murray decently." Robert was somewhat dissatisfied with Luna's attitude. After all, he was still Nicholas Murray's father-in-law, right? So, how could a mere secretary be so rude to him? He grabbed the towel and wiped his face carelessly. "Mr. Murray, about this... Where's Clarice? Why haven't I seen her?"

A thin blue light scanned our faces. Access granted. Welcome, Ms. Morrison. The doors slid open. Dr. Adrian Kade was waiting inside. He was on black scrubs. Hair damp, like he’d just scrubbed in. “Ms. Morrison,” he said. His eyes moved to Clara. Softened. “You must be Clara. Sophia’s mom.” Clara nodded, unable to speak. “This way,” he said. We followed him down a sterile hallway. There was no nurses or other patients there. Just the quiet hum of machines.

So why was I here now, tending to his wounds like this? My fingers trailed along his back in slow, circular motions, more focused on the rise and fall of his breathing than the task at hand. When I leaned forward to reach a bruise lower down, my foot slipped. I tripped. Before I could fall, a firm hand caught my waist. It was Mr. Ashford. He leaned me back against his table, the solid wood pressing into my spine. I was still too close to him and my gaze drifted shamelessly over his body. His abs and chest. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

I place the cup on his desk as he matters a thank you. "Meet my business associates. Mr James and Mr Kings." My extended arm posses midway but I manage to continue extending it to a so good looking man that has blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. "Nice to meet you Mr James." I smile at him. I withdraw my hand before he even says anything. Yeah I know I might seem rude but I hate body contact. I turn to a smirking Sydney. "How are you Ms Styles?" I scowl at him. Now Mr Keels will want to know how we know each other. "Never been better Mr Kings." His hand stays longer and I roughly pull mine.

My thighs tingled as the thought of him touching me was overwhelming. "Lay this towel on the floor, so as not to hurt yourself." Mr. King said heading me a towel I hadn't known he had with him. "I see you prepared knowing what was going down tonight." I teased him with a wink noticing him turn away blushing. I spread the towel on the floor and layed on it with my legs open wide as I began to touch myself while he began to take off his clothes not noticing what I was doing. I was finally reaching my climax closing my eyes overwhelmed with extreme pleasure when my hands were held to the top of my head, I jerked in surprise opening my eyes and seeing Mr. King frowning down at me.