The King - S.R. Jones Page 0,72

the plant. “Get out,” he says as he opens the door into the pool area and closes it firmly behind her. Then he locks it.

He. Locks. It.

Shit.

I can get out because he’s locked it from the inside, but doing so will give away the game that I was here. Or someone was. He’s going to turn this house upside down figuring out who. It means I have only one option. To stay hidden until he’s finished in the steam room.

Wearing only a white towel, so far as I can tell, he storms back into the steam room and lays across the bench, eyes closed, one arm over his face, the muscles bunching impressively.

He’s left the door open, and steam escapes in wisps like clouds floating into the pool area to dissipate the moment they hit cooler air.

God, please don’t let him fall asleep. I’m distinctly uncomfortable, crouching behind this damn plant.

The next moment, I’m wishing he had fallen asleep. Konstantin undoes the knot of the towel around his waist and pushes it from his thighs, revealing he’s wearing swim trunks, which he precedes to push down, freeing his erection.

Thank God it’s misty because I think if I could see clearly, I’d have groaned out loud at the sight in front of me.

He’s big all over.

One perfectly proportioned, beautiful machine, all hard and aching.

I’m aching too. My mouth is dry, and my heart is beating so fast it’s scary.

I shouldn’t be seeing this. It’s wrong. I’m betraying his privacy, but I can’t move. Even if that damn door wasn’t locked, I wouldn’t, couldn’t move. I’m transfixed.

Konstantin takes himself in hand so slowly it’s almost leisurely, then strokes up and back down his entire length and sighs. He gives himself a few more slow strokes before swiping his thumb over the head and once more resuming working himself.

I wonder if he’s spread pre-cum around to ease his way? I can’t see well enough to tell with the damned steam. Is he thinking about Liza, or some nameless, faceless women from the porn videos I’m sure he watches regularly?

His strokes increase in speed, and his stomach ripples as his muscles contract. Oh, he’s just divine. Glorious. The most erotic thing I’ve witnessed in my life is unfolding in front of me, and I shouldn’t be watching. I ought to close my eyes and wait for him to leave, but I can’t. I can’t miss this.

Despite not being involved in any way, this is the sexual high point of my life.

He thrusts his powerful hips up, fucking into his fist, and the tempo is faster now. He’s holding himself in a bruising grip, and my mind files away that he likes a firm grip, just in case.

I hold my breath at the same time he does, and his whole body stiffens before he falls over the edge with a groan and one word.

One word that burns itself into my soul.

Cassie.

**

The next day I’m up early, thankful Konstantin will be gone for most of the day, along with Vasily.

I hardly slept a wink, my long night tortured with erotic flashbacks to the porn show Konstantin gave me.

Worse, I felt awful guilt for spying on him and violating his privacy in such a manner.

I hid until he wiped himself down with the towel, wrapped it around himself, and left the pool area, leaving the door unlocked so I could make my escape. I didn’t go for a swim, too scared to stay in case he came back for some reason.

Instead, I counted to fifty and then scuttled out of the pool room. I ran all the way back to my room, where I stayed until this morning.

I head downstairs, once I’ve showered and dressed, and fix myself a plate of breakfast from the hot and cold options on the side in the kitchen. There’s one of those hot plates that keeps everything warm, with a variety of separate compartments. I lift the lids, and there's a whole host of tasty foods, including bacon, grilled tomatoes, plump mushrooms, and perfectly fluffy scrambled eggs.

Hungry, for a change, I shovel down a big plate of food and sigh as I contemplate what to do with myself today. I could call my grandma and see how they are doing, but I find it so hard to put on a cheery voice and blatantly lie to them.

I ought to do something proactive, like looking for a job, except Konstantin hasn’t given me Wi-Fi access, and I’m pretty sure none of the