Laces and Lace (Assassins #6) Read online

  “No,” she whispered, pulling her head back and looking into his eyes. “I’m ready to start our life.”

  “Me too,” he said softly. “But I don’t want you to do this all upset. Maybe you need some time to really hash this out.”

  Her head cocked to the side as her eyes held his. “Karson, I’ve hashed and I’m good. Are you having second thoughts?”

  He scoffed. “Fuck no, sweetheart. I want to take you home but—”

  “No but,” she said, leaving his embrace. “Take me home, Karson. I’m yours.”

  “It’s just I don’t like that he made you choose,” he said as she turned to go down the hall. Looking over her shoulder, she shrugged.

  “Me either. But I made the right choice.”

  A grin pulled at his lips as he nodded. “No pressure, eh?”

  She smiled for the first time in hours and nodded. “None. You got this.”

  Reaching for her, he took her in his arms and dipped her back, looking down at her. “I do and I always will.”

  “Good,” she said, threading her fingers through his hair. “Now, let’s pack this apartment, and then go to my office and pack that before going to say bye to my nephews. Then, Mr. King, you are taking me home.”

  Leaning down, he touched his lips to hers, not in a kiss but as a presence. His lips were so warm and powerful, while his eyes still were filled with worry. She wanted nothing more than to erase it. She didn’t want him to worry about something that couldn’t be changed. Her father had made the choice that he did, and he would have to live with that decision. While, yes, she was going to miss her father, she also realized that she might be a little happier not worrying about every step she took. Constantly asking herself if this would piss him off or if he would be calling within seconds to bitch her out. She was finally free, and while she was sad, she was also okay with it. She had Karson. What else did she need?

  Holding her face in his hands, bringing her attention back to him, Karson whispered, “That is a great idea, Mrs. King.”

  Later that afternoon, after getting everything packed in her apartment that she was taking, they headed to Lacey’s office where they packed up what she’d need from her office. Karson was beyond helpful but also curious, and Lacey loved that. She loved that he asked so much about the business and looked like a kid in a candy store as he snooped around the shop, holding up pieces and asking her to model them for him. Lucky for him, she owned every piece in the shop and promised to wear them for him every night. That seemed to please him immensely.

  After packing everything up, he said that whatever house they got would have to have a big enough office for her to do the work she needed to. It meant a lot to her that he supported her so much because this business had been her lover for the last six years. As she stood in the middle of the shop, looking around at the soft teal and white walls with racks of lingerie and white shelves that held bras for all types of women and the drawers full of sexy panties, her eyes got a little misty. She’d built this store from the ground up and now she was leaving.

  It was insane.

  She had spent over eighty hours a week there. Working on mock-ups for new lingerie and then working hard to get more donations for her foundation for young women with breast cancer. Would she work as much as she had? She had a husband now. Would she live and breathe her job, or would she finally have a reason to get up from behind the desk? She knew the answer, and while it was bittersweet, she was going to miss this place.

  When Karson’s hand slid into hers, he asked, “You okay?”

  She smiled as she mentally shook herself out of her moment. She wanted this. She wanted Karson and happiness. Everything else would fall into place; she was sure of it. Squeezing his hand, she nodded before leading him back to her office so she could gather a few more things. Looking back at him, she said, “It’s weird to leave this place. I practically lived in this shop for the first three years it was open.”

  “It’s a beautiful shop. You’ve done amazing.” When she grinned over at him from behind her desk, he asked, “Have you considered opening a new shop somewhere else? For example, Nashville?”

  Her heart skipped a beat at that question. She had always wanted to do that, but she had never lived anywhere else and had never had the chance to expand. It was mainly fear that had held her back, but now, the possibilities were endless.

  As she told him that, he smiled and said, “You do now.”

  Her grin grew as she nodded slowly. “Maybe.”

  That seemed to please him because within seconds, he was behind her desk, his lips crashing against hers, taking her breath away. She loved how into her career he was. He wanted to know everything and constantly told her how impressed he was. It was so fulfilling and perfect. Holding on to each other, they kissed for what seemed like ever before they came up for air, gazing into each other’s desire-filled eyes.

  Smiling, he said, “You are lucky we have more shit to do, or I would ravish you against this desk.”

  What a wonderful idea, she thought.

  “Mm,” she moaned against his lips, moving her hips against his. “Who said we don’t have time for a quickie?”

  He smirked. “I don’t do quickies,” he stated. “And plus, you have employees less than ten feet from us. They will hear you screaming my name, and then we’ll be the talk of the week.”

  “Maybe I want to be the talk of the week,” she said, waggling her eyebrows at him, causing him to chuckle. “Want to do me on the desk?”

  He stared into her eyes for a good long while before pushing her back against the desk. Watching her as her chest rose and fell, he slowly pulled her leggings down before lifting her hips and sitting her bare ass on the desk. Running his hands along her thighs, his eyes burned into hers. Her breathing picked up as she inched herself toward his hand, wanting him to feel her and take away all the stress of the craptastic day her dad had caused. She wanted to forget everything but her love for him. Forget her dad and her nerves about the move and her new life. She just wanted to forget.

  Stopping right along the heat between her legs, he smiled. “The door is open.”

  She looked behind her and then back at him, a look of horror on her face. “Close it!”

  He laughed as he jumped over the desk and then quickly to the door, shutting and locking it before returning to her the way he left. Grabbing her desk chair, he sat down and then rolled up between her legs. She gasped for breath because honestly, it was beyond hot to see her husband between her legs in a chair as he was about to feast on her, his eyes dark and dangerous. She watched as he moved her legs over his shoulders before dropping his mouth to her already dripping wet pussy. Biting into her lip, she closed her eyes as her head fell back, his tongue sliding up and down the slit of her hot center. Holding on to the edge of the desk, she held in her cries, not an easy feat, as Karson took away every single stress in her body.

  Arching her back, she pressed herself into his mouth, rubbing her clit against his teeth as his fingers bit into her thighs. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it, driving her completely mad. Crying out, she slammed her hand over her mouth as he tortured her in the most delectable way. Sucking in a deep breath, she bit into her palm as he slowly licked the length of her, dipping his tongue inside her while his thumb pressed into her clit. Her body quivered beneath his touch, her thighs aching from holding them open, while her body tightened with each pass of his tongue.

  “Oh my God, Karson,” she cried, not caring one bit that her employees might hear her over the music that played in the shop.

  “Oh no, you don’t,” he said, removing his mouth from her pussy and standing up.

  “Huh?” she gasped as her legs fell from his shoulders and hung lifeless over the desk’s edge.

  “You’re going to come on my dick,” he demanded, unbuttoning his jeans and throwing them down, his cock springing out toward her.

  Reaching out, she ran her thumb along the tip of him be