Free After Hours by Rochelle Alers Page B

His voice was like the man—powerful. “I got it a few minutes ago. Thank you, Rhys.”
    â€œWhen am I going to see you, Karla?”
    â€œYou’re going to have to let me know when you’re available.”
    â€œLet me check with my secretary on Tuesday to see what’s on my calendar, then I’ll call you.”
    â€œI’ll be waiting.”
    â€œWho are you waiting for?”
    Karla spun around to find her husband standing in the doorway, his white shirt and shorts a startling sensual contrast against his tanned honey-brown skin. He smiled at her, and like Pavlov’s dog she felt the flutters followed by a gush of moisture between her legs. She pressed her knees together to still the sensations.
    Ronald Thaddeus King had had that affect on her more than six years ago when she met his gaze across the room at a party, and it was still evident. They’d dated for five months, then married in a small private ceremony with Judge Rhys Weichert officiating.
    The first time she slept with Ronald she knew she’d finally met her sexual soul mate. Not only did his sex drive match hers, but he wasn’t timid when trying new positions or other methods of sex play that ended in indescribable pleasure.
    Karla had openly admitted to her husband that she’d married him because of the sex; however, it wasn’t the only reason she’d remained Mrs. Ronald King. Before they’d celebrated their first wedding anniversary she’d found herself inexorably in love with the man.

CHAPTER 18
    A mysterious smile tipped the corners of Karla’s mouth. “Rhys.”
    Smiling, dimples flashing in his chiseled cheeks, Ronald King walked into the room, his gaze fusing with his wife’s. Dark brown deep-set eyes caressed her face, moving sensuously down to her chest before reversing direction. The shape of her full breasts was ardently on display under a wife beater.
    â€œOh, yes, the Honorable Judge Rhys Weichert,” he whispered seconds before his mouth closed over hers. Capturing her lower lip between his teeth, Ronald suckled it. “Are you planning to see him?”
    Karla put her arms around her husband’s waist, pressing her breasts to his wide, deep chest. She didn’t want to talk about Rhys. “Mmm!”
    Ronald shifted his attention to her neck; he cupped her waist, wondering whether she had on panties under the blue-and-white-striped cotton drawstring pants. He ground his hips to hers when he felt the stirrings of an erection. “Is that a yes or a no?”
    Karla threw back her head, baring her neck for his kiss. “It’s an eventually. ” Her breathing deepened with the hardening flesh against her thigh. “I’ll let you know when.”
    â€œYou better,” he threatened softly. Every woman he’d slept with since marrying Karla knew, and vice versa. Ronald stared at his wife. She looked nothing like the lawyer who favored tailored suits and a chic hairstyle. She’d pulled her hair off her face in a ponytail. Wayward strands had escaped the elastic band to fall around her neck and over her forehead. The epitome of high maintenance, Karla King had a standing weekly appointment for her hair, her hands, her feet and a massage, claiming the massages were the cure for her tension headaches.
    He’d always thought her more attractive than beautiful, yet that hadn’t stopped him from pursuing the woman with whom he planned to spend the rest of his life. Five-nine and weighing one forty-five, she claimed the most incredibly toned body he’d seen on a woman. And in thirty-eight years he’d seen and had his share of naked women. However, it was Karla who complemented him in and out of bed. Both had an insatiable lust for power, luxury and unlimited sexual pleasure. But it was her intelligence, ambition and her willingness to take risks that made her the perfect wife.
    Karla lowered her head and buried her face