Ivy placed items down, waiting her turn in line. She shifted and stretched, moaning in pleasurable pain at the slight burn in her defined muscles from tonight's lengthy and intense workout. Slim fingers brushed the long damp hair away from her face as she checked her phone for new messages.

Private party needs 5 bikini models. $50hr plus a chance for extra. Call me. Jared

She smiled. That sounded like fun. The late-night sessions at the gym were finally paying off.

Baby, April is just a friend. It's a flower shop mix-up. Let me take you to dinner and explain. Please. xx

She frowned, deleting David's latest text as she'd done since Sunday. Identical bouquets of flowers and cards with the same heartfelt words in his handwriting for two women. A mistake? Sure. Such a jerk.

Ivy rolled her eyes, typing as she moved forward.

Italian Restaurant 8 pm Saturday. Tongue in April's throat. Red lace panties on the table.

She pressed send.

I have pics. Can't play a player.

She grinned, hitting send again thankful she hadn't slept with him.

"Phew..." His number was now blocked and deleted.

"Cheddar and sour cream or barbecue. Snickers or Reese's. Decisions, decisions. Hmm..." 

The deep voice at the nearby rack caught her attention. An arm grabbed a bag of chips and an extra-large candy bar placing them next to her things. Her eyes traveled over the six-pack abs and the muscles in the man's chest and arms before focusing on his left bicep and the tattoo peeking beneath the thin white T-shirt. 

Tall. Dark hair. Tight shirt.

Chips, chocolate, and man muscles. Satan's temptations. Fuck.

She swallowed to moisten her dry throat as fingers fanned her loose shirt to cool down.

"Fuck is right. I'm getting all of them. One set for dinner and breakfast." He winked.

Ivy gasped, skin hot, realizing she'd spoken then averted her eyes as he added to his pile. She retrieved money from the pocket of her shorts ignoring the man.

I can't believe I said that. Can this line move any slower? Let me die now. Fresh sweat and a citrus woodsy smell distracted her as she took a deep, calming breath.

His big body crowded hers, and warm breath tickled her ear. "Mm...steak and mushrooms. My favorite dinner. I bet you're planning something special for the zucchini and peaches afterward."

"Excuse me?" Ivy looked up in confusion; eyebrow arched to meet green eyes, dark lashes, and his mischievous smile. Just a little flirting. Play it cool then you'll be home.

"Have you ever had Sex on the Beach and a Screaming Orgasm?" His cocky grin made her tummy clench.

Their eyes met and held for a minute. Damn, that grin looks familiar. She studied his handsome face. Short hair and intelligent eyes. A strong angular jaw, dimples, and full lips. 

"Saturday night in fact. Twice in a row. Best sex of my life." She laughed, trying to appear nonchalant.

He smiled, leaning in again, "Semper Fidelis," and lifted his sleeve to show swirling script curling around his upper arm. "Did time in the Marines, mostly in Asia."

Her gaze traced the visible letters and the contrast between dark blue ink and lightly tanned skin. She licked dry lips mimicking a sudden desire to follow every line with a wet tongue.

"Impressive set of boobs. Full and round. Nice deep cleavage and soft pale skin."

A nudge from his elbow and a slight hip bump broke Ivy's concentration as his words registered. Her sweaty hand nearly dropped her keys as she noticed his towering height gave him a perfect view down her shirt.

"A little tit for tat show and tell makes time fly." His finger boldly skimmed along her collarbone briefly caressing skin then flicking the lace edge of her bra mere inches from erect nipples.

"What are you doing?" Ivy stammered unsettled as she took shallow breaths.

Slowly his hand descended over the curve of her breasts until it caressed the bare, taut skin of her stomach.

"Are you crazy?"

"Breathe in and out. Slowly." He whispered.

She was stunned by his audacity giving him a pointed glare before taking her turn to check out.

"I think the show's over." Her fingers unconsciously drummed against the stand as she watched the security guard lock one side of the entrance.

What the fuck is wrong with him? Why am I even responding?

"Do you have a phone number?" The voice of the clerk intruded on her thoughts.

A quick glance to the side showed him occupied looking at his phone probably sending a text to some limber bedmate. He'd need an enormous bed just for his height alone.

"Yes, it's 7026... " Her eyes strayed back to long fingers nimbly typing as she recited the number.

There was something about him. Ivy huffed in frustration at her lack of control. Do I know him?

She handed over the money taking one last look. He smirked, pocketing the phone then his eyes traveled down her body pausing over every curve. His careful observation left her feeling exposed as she self-consciously pushed blonde hair behind a shoulder. The brooding intensity in his eyes set her pulse racing.

His body pressed against her and Ivy was helpless to move. His melodic, low voice murmured into an ear. "Nice bluff. But I know you're lying. I can smell your sweet arousal." His sly smile preceded his lips firmly touching her own.

The softness was a surprise. Hot breath with a whiff of cinnamon made Ivy's knees weak. Hands momentarily grasped onto his trim waist to steady herself. She opened her mouth to protest.

He didn't hesitate and slipped his tongue inside stroking it along hers. A large hand cupped a breast as another slid around her waist pulling them closer.

Minutes passed. Maybe even hours. Ivy was unsure as time seemed to stand still.

"I love newlyweds. They can't keep their hands off each other." The clerk's raspy voice alerted Ivy to their audience.

Ivy quickly pulled away, grabbing the bag, and avoiding everyone's eyes in embarrassment.

"My lips are tingling. Kiss me again."

She rushed to the exit giving an extra forceful shove to open the door and escape.

"You guys enjoy your date night. Netflix is playing Titanic."

Heavy footsteps followed behind, and she knew it was him.

"Wait up lover; I've got our snacks."

Ivy ran to her car. Shaking fingers scrambled to unlock the door as the oppressive night air surrounded her. Once inside, she quickly rolled down the windows releasing the heat collected over the past few hours. She watched as he exited the store, stopping to look around before heading thirty feet to a black car parked near the closed gym. 

"Ohh..." Ivy sighed in relief. He slid into the car and drove away minutes later. It had been a long day and night. Her new schedule gave her insomnia, and it was too damn hot to do anything before sunset. She twisted open the half-filled water bottle and gulped until it was empty. She rolled the back windows up and gathered her hair securing it with a clip.

I can't believe I made out in a grocery store with a man. A sexy stranger. I need a fucking vacation.

The image of naked tanned skin and her tongue exploring tattooed flesh during sex on the beach filled Ivy's mind. Hands and lips caressed her breasts as dark silky strands of hair slipped through her fingers, and the sound of ocean waves crashing onto the sand filled the night air. She squirmed in the seat panties damp with wetness.

"Errr..." Ivy's hands thumped against her thighs in frustration.

A vacation. No fucking, or sexy men. Sand, margaritas, and peaceful relaxation.

A new Mercedes pulled up beside her, and she admired the sleek lines of the black car. Fancy rims and gleaming headlights added to the allure. Ivy craned her head to check the rear startling when the passenger-side window rolled down. ZAYN and Sia's Dusk Till Dawn filled the air, and she relaxed in the seat singing along. The driver must be waiting for an employee. She'd leave when the song ended.

Midway through a car door opened and seconds later something flew through the open window landing on Ivy's lap. She grabbed the plastic bag before it fell on the floor. A giant Snickers candy bar and a receipt were inside. What the fuck?

"Hey, sexy lover," a familiar voice said. "Want to make love until dawn?"

"What?" Ivy yelped as white teeth in a wicked smile filled the window frame, and a shiver ran down her spine.

He tossed in a bag of chips. "I added these when you were ogling my ink. Consider them a gift for a delightful night." 

"You're an asshole."

"I'm your temptation."

He brazenly leaned in and seized her bag, pulling out the zucchini and peaches. Strong fingers closed over a wrist as he slid the zucchini into her palm.

"Almost perfect fit." His fingers touched the green skin. "I'm a bit larger."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ivy was perplexed.

"Oil the zucchini and slide it between your breasts tonight." He whistled as she stared back.

Two small firm peaches fit into the other hand as her fingers wrapped around them.

"Squeeze the peaches gently in your fingers as you lick them." His tongue slid along his plump lower lip.

"What the fuck for?" She hated the way she wanted to bite his lip. Make him moan. I need to leave now before I do something I'll regret.

"When you writhe in bed thinking of me between your tits or thighs, wondering what size I am." He growled, giving a wolfish grin.

"Hell no, that's not happening." She placed the items on the passenger seat.

"You're so cute and feisty. I love it." He chuckled.

Ivy turned the key, rolling the windows up in exasperation. As she drove away, she caught sight of his license plate. Kingdom. Kingdom comes, and Kingdom goes.

She wasn't shopping after midnight ever again.

#

Ivy slammed the Corolla's door, making sure it was locked then slung her sports bag over her shoulder and headed to the gym.

Cold air greeted her as she entered the reception room. It was a slow Thursday night but would get busy later as was typical in Vegas, especially during the summer. Las Vegas was a place where kinks were discovered and cultivated. Wealthy clients of numerable industries paid money for privileges and discretion to have fantasies and desires fulfilled.

She waved to the trainers and clients as she passed through the large gym to the corner office. The door opened as she approached.

"It's my favorite Lucky charm," stated a male voice with traces of an accent.

She paused to set her bag down near the door. "Jared, you know I hate that name." She cocked her head before hugging the tall dark-haired man.

"I can't resist, Ivy." Lively green eyes and laughter met her complaint. "When you scared that biker, dropping out of that tree three months ago it was like magic."

"Never saw a man run faster from a half-naked flower fairy," a husky voice said from behind as a powerful arm slid around Ivy's waist.

"Fuck." She kicked the bag. "I thought it was from all the money I bring in."

"That too." Jared winked then grinned.

"Damian, stop groping my ass."

"That ass is class." Jared sighed. "Worth every penny paid."

"You're about to get spanked," Ivy muttered as she gripped Damian's thighs.

"Wouldn't be the first time and won't be the last." His stubble rasped across her cheek as he nuzzled into her neck. "God, you smell delicious."

"You're such a Devil." Her hands slid along his arms, pausing to pinch skin above his inner elbows.

"Ughh... it burns," he twisted away, shaking his arms, and bouncing on his toes.

"Stop being a pussy tease. It's distracting, and I'm avoiding men right now." Ivy ruffled his dark hair before sprawling on a leather sofa.

"Spoilsport." He protested, lifting her legs to sit down.

"Time for business." Jared interrupted. "We're booked up until Halloween."

"Wow, that was fast." Ivy was surprised.

High-profile clients wanted to work out after-hours to avoid publicity, so the gym started the extra services eight weeks before. Platinum level membership granted access to personal motivation via 'Babes or "Brawn' who catered to those men and women desiring to be voyeurs or exhibitionists while exercising. Double platinum offered entrance to a private club with exclusive benefits.

"The majority owner King came back from Japan three weeks ago and started a new promotion," Damian replied. 

"That's wonderful." Ivy enthused, laughing.

"Not for you." Jared proclaimed. "Perfect timing on your man-free diet. You're in high demand."

"Huh?" She was sure London would get prime bookings with her height and long legs.

"Tits and Tats." Jared spread the calendar out, dates and times covering most boxes. "Your perfect tits are the major attraction."

"What about the tattoos?" Ivy knew of five men who had tattoos she'd pay to see. Beautiful ink art on the skin. "What kind are we talking about?"

"Only the best. The kind that makes women eager to touch." Damian scooted next to her.

"Men get jealous of other men eying me up like candy." Ivy propped an elbow on the sofa. "I'm tired of dating and playing."

"You're our Lucky Candy." Jared blew her a kiss. "Kisses so sweet they're addicting."

"It's my perfect assets." She points a finger at her pouty lips, full breasts, and round ass.

Damian rubbed her shoulders. "This is all show. No hassles. Hot men and fun times but when the party's over, it's done."

His hands worked the knots out of her sore muscles.

"Mmm... you should charge serious money for this. I'd pay double." Ivy closed her eyes and moaned.

"I know how to be an Angel when it counts." He kissed her cheek then stood up. "Duty calls. Got a house to show at nine to a corporate vice president."

"Saturday night is the biggest party we've planned. Armed guards will be present." Jared spun his chair around handing across a binder. "That contains all the information."

"King will be there. It's the first Tits and Tats event." Damian said as he closed the door behind him.

Ivy thumbed through the pages admiring the pictures of decor and landscape. Menus and seating arrangements, flowers, art, and body paint models. Alcohol lists and glassware, face masks, bikinis, and lingerie. She shut the binder, standing up and grabbing her bag off the floor. "I'd better get an early night and prepare. I'm so excited to see all the men with tattoos."

Jared escorted her to the door. The rain had fallen but quickly dried in the low humidity. He touched Ivy's hand catching her attention and saw shadowed blue eyes.

His muscular arm pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I met you six months ago, and I'd take a bullet for you anytime."

"Luckily for you, that's my job." She mumbled into his neck.

They stood together, her hand resting on his shoulder as fingers stroked her back. "You're too damn good at it. I wish you'd quit."

"I'm almost ready. Nearly a million in the bank."

He whistled. "Steep price for a look at those perfect assets."

"A party doll appearance is the perfect disguise." Ivy shifted. "These breasts have saved lives."

The sound of approaching voices separated them.

"Thanks for setting up the party." Ivy stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "The promotion was a total surprise."

"It was perfect for your client. Naked boobs. Easy sell." He pushed open the door letting in a mild breeze.

"These past months have been difficult," She cupped the side of his face, "I haven't had many nights to remember."

"You hide it extremely well. Better than I could."

"That's what I'm trained to do." She gave him a last kiss and slipped through the door.

#

Saturday morning Ivy was up before ten and headed to the spa for a complete pampering. Every inch of skin was exfoliated, rubbed, waxed, and massaged. Pedicure and manicure, shampoo and blow dry. Professionally applied makeup, lotion, and perfume. From top to bottom she was stunning. Five foot seven, long blonde hair, and blue eyes. Peaches and cream complexion. Perfect natural D cups and the epitome of curvy female perfection.

She sipped lemonade and ice as the limousine maneuvered through the traffic, closing her eyes and relaxing back into the comfortable seat. The sound of a door opening woke her from a light sleep.

"Hello, Miss Ivy." An older gentleman impeccably dressed in a dark grey suit offered her a small bowl of fruit. "I thought you'd appreciate a little snack."

She accepted the offering. "Thanks, George. You know me so well."

A few bites of white peaches and she was in heaven. Sweet juice and tender flesh. I wonder what happened to the sexy stranger. Three weeks ago, he caught her in an unguarded moment. She now avoided the produce section while shopping and buried herself in training and work.

It had been years since Ivy had such a strong physical reaction to a man. He gets under my skin so fast. I could slap him or kiss him. She couldn't wait until this job was over, and she could escape to San Diego for a month. I need to forget about him tonight. Get my party doll mask in place. She finished the fruit, licking the tip of a finger.

"Ready for tonight?" The sexy Southern drawl and scent of orange indicated London had joined her.

"Almost. Thank God we don't have to dress as matching kittens tonight."

"I brought my kitten ears anyway. I might snag a sexy tattoo man and disappear into the bushes with him." London opened a bottle of water and took a sip. "I need to practice my cat kisses. Little licks and nibbles all over."

Ivy sat up, grabbing her phone as it buzzed. She flicked through the messages, she paused at a pic attachment. A pair of bare breasts with the word Tits centered above. She frowned as they looked vaguely familiar but couldn't place them. Who the fuck is sending me naked boob pics? She didn't have time for games right now.

She quickly typed as the limousine resumed moving then hit send.

Affirmative. French Candy Kisses. Target confirmed as attending.

Her hands trembled in adrenaline and excitement. Five-minute countdown.

Three hundred feet from the gates armed guards stopped them. Bomb-sniffing dogs and explosives experts thoroughly checked for anything unusual

Ivy's phone buzzed with a new picture message. A tattoo of a dragon head with the word Tats across the top. She checked the number again and didn't recognize the area code or digits. This is a private party. What the hell?

The limousine entered the gates following the curving driveway to park in a single bay.

Ten minutes later Ivy sat alone in a spacious bedroom surveying the room. Red satin sheets and white rose petals covered the king-sized bed, and tall red candles flickered on every available surface. Framed prints of erotic art covered the sage green walls in decorative displays. Figurines of dragons of various shades and sizes stood in formation across the dresser. A ceiling height mirror covered the wall across from the bed. ZAYN and Sia's Dusk Till Dawn played on repeat from built-in speakers. What's taking so long? Are they counting the money by hand? Fuck.

The door opened, and a big man stepped inside. It was not who Ivy was expecting. She stumbled to her feet in shock.

"How?"

The sexy stranger was back. He cast a dark, brooding look over her body.

Ivy hated that she noticed his muscles. A fitted white shirt encased broad shoulders and powerful arms. She unconsciously licked her lips.

"My temptations. Same as yours, only womanly curves and tits."

He prowled through the bedroom like he owned the place. Her eyes traveled down the length of his body from head to toe and back up again.

"Why?" Ivy took a step toward him; her fingers nervously tugged on the kimono belt.

"Like hell, I'd let another man put his hands or cock anywhere near your body in my damn bed." He slowly unbuttoned the sleeves of his starched shirt.

"What?" Oh shit. Months of planning and international undercover work was gone. Her knees shook. Hours of groped breasts by unscrupulous plastic surgeons trying to save a dollar on cheap implants. Fuck. I'll have to do it all over again.

"I upped the price to half a million dollars in cash for a night with your tits." Buttons popped free as he jerked his shirt open exposing his firm sculpted slopes and angles. "I paid, so I'm claiming my time for the next five months."

"But you're interfering-" She protested. His warm finger pressed against her lips.

"Mr. Booth is currently occupied with London. He's getting the second-best titty fuck available. I'm sure he'll have no complaints." He smirked and winked. "She'll get his original one hundred thousand dollar fee."

"You can't just negotiate on your own." Ivy asserted.

"It's a win-win situation. Guaranteed money for her and law enforcement gets to wrestle the men out afterward into custody."

"I don't even know your name." Did she? If so, when did she forget?

"Kingston, but friends and family call me King. Enemies and lovers call me The Dragon King either in the ring or bed." He bowed deep at the waist in traditional Japanese greeting.

Ivy instinctively bowed at the waist in response and replied, "Dirty Bets. Double Wishes. French Candy Kisses."

King turned away from her and let his shirt slide down to pool around his feet. Arms spread wide he flexed his back muscles making scales ripple. "Candy Kisses. Bubblegum Wishes. Triple Double Bets."

She gasped at the familiar ink design covering his mid to upper back and shoulders, curving around the front of his chest and partially down the front of his right arm.

"I'm ready to indulge in some tit for tat action. I'm a breast man, and you have stunning ones." He swiftly moved behind her, positioning Ivy in front of the mirror.

They watched as King's fingers spread the red silk Kimono apart and pulled it off her body. He palmed the full globes, squeezing and kissing them. She leaned into him, closing her eyes and felt the strength of his fingers caressing and forming the smooth skin to his hands. Tousled blonde hair brushed the tops of her breasts. Delicate brushes of warmth lightly passed across her skin as his mouth kissed her neck. She moaned and arched her neck giving him unfettered access.

"It's been seven years since we worked together." Lips tugged at her earlobe. "Too damn long since I've touched you." His wet tongue slid into her ear. "Tasted you."

Ivy grabbed his hips, shivering as his breath rested at her ear.

"Show me how wet you are and slide down those white panties."

Her shaking fingers slid into the waistband, pushing until they fell to the floor. King bent over, and his fingers snagged them. He pressed the warm damp fabric against his nose and inhaled her sweet scent. He wrapped an arm around her, scooping Ivy up and laid her down in the center of the bed. He kissed and licked a meandering trail up her inner thigh before his teeth tugged on her clit and his tongue flicked over the tip. She bucked against his mouth, fingers clenching the sheets.

King backed away from the bed, unbuckled his pants and let them drop. He stroked a large hand along his straining shaft as he watched her touch herself. He moved over Ivy stroking his finger across a nipple, feeling her shudder at his touch. She moaned out his name. Her fingers slid into his silky dark hair pulling him down until their mouths met. Her tongue licked along the crease of his lips then her teeth tugged at his bottom lip. He tasted like cinnamon and orange as their tongues dueled. King felt good in her arms and against her body as his hands slid under her ass.

"I want your creamy tits pressed against my hot skin, and sliding all around my dragon cooling him down like cold vanilla ice cream melting on your tongue on a hot summer day." He kissed and licked a trail across Ivy's breasts and closed his lips around a dark pink nipple. 

He watched Ivy's body squirm as his teeth and lips pulled at erect nipples, and she thrust her hips upwards. He hovered over her, hands spreading Ivy's thighs apart. A lone finger slid between her wet swollen folds to rub at her gushing entrance. His hands grabbed her hips as his body strained to be surrounded by her moist warmth. He nudged his cock against her then bit down on a nipple as he slid in deep with a long stroke. Her arms grasped his arms and her nails skimmed over his hot flesh.

Their bodies moved together, and his hips bucked as he moaned at the hot heat between them. Ivy's pussy clenched around him, and his legs trembled, pushing King to thrust harder and faster inside her. He continued to kiss and tease the stiff peaks and sucked each one deep into his mouth as her nails dug into his back. She began to shiver, and her moans turned into cries as her body tensed. He pumped into her and bit down on her neck as his balls tightened suddenly. His climax tore through him as her pussy clenched down hard around his swollen shaft.

He collapsed on her, mouth pressed against her damp skin. Her fingers stroked the hair above his nape.Their breathing was ragged, and sweat coated their sated bodies.

He rolled off Ivy's body and pulled her across his and her head nestled against his chest. Her fingers traced the spaces between his ribs as their breathing slowed.

"This is my Kingdom, and you're my prey," He growled into her ear, warm hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.

"Be glad I don't have my handcuffs tonight." She laughed and kissed his nose.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"I want to see those lips meeting mine at sunrise."