Tomorrow: Kingsley series book 1

by Haylee Thorne

  I pull the breaks on the wheelchair to secure it in place.

  “Did your office tell you why I called?”

  He nods.

  “Yes, that is why I immediately came over. I would like to examine him.”

  “Okay, I’ll be out there.” I point to where the computer is located. “If you need me I’ll be working on my charting and shift notes while you examine him.”

  Dr. Samson wheels Mr. King into the bedroom and I walk over to the computer and fire up the computer so I can start my charting. When I finish all my charting and my shift notes Dr. Samson and Mr. King still haven’t emerged from the bedroom. I idly wonder what could possibly be taking this long. Dr. Samson must be very thorough. I check my phone and notice a text from Jill.

  Jill - We NEED to talk.

  I groan.

  Raeva - About…?

  Jill - Don’t play dumb with me. When will you be home?

  I have no desire to hear her lecture me today.

  Raeva - I’m not sure, maybe tomorrow. I will let you know.

  Jill - K…and Rae? I FLOVE you.

  That makes me smile.

  Raeva - I FLOVE you too.

  I have just pocketed my cell phone when the two of them emerge from the bedroom. I look expectantly at Dr. Samson.

  “I can’t explain how this is happening after all these years but he seems to be improving rapidly. I will be back in a few days to check on his progress.”

  My cheeks hurt from smiling so big.

  “I am off the next couple days but I can’t wait to come back and see if any more progress has been made.”

  He places his hand on my shoulder.

  “Keep up the good work, Raeva.”

  My eyes widen a bit. I had no idea that the man knew my name.

  “Thank you, Dr. Samson,” I say with glee.

  “I am going to check on some more of my patients,” he says as he strides out of the room.

  He stops at the door.

  “I’ll see you in a few days, Raeva.”

  He winks and swaggers out of the room. If I didn’t know better, I would think Dr. Samson is flirting with me. I shake my head and scoff. I look at the clock and see that I better start getting ready for shift change.

  I’m not even a little surprised when I find Sean already waiting for me in the lobby. I am happy to see him. I’ve grown attached to Sean and like him a lot. He seems to take really good care of Mika, and that endears him to me even more.

  “Hello, Sean.”

  Sean taps hit hat.

  “Hello, Ms. Ray,” he says, smiling his pleasant smile.

  He gestures for me to walk with him, which I do. He walks a few steps ahead and holds the door open for me.

  “You don’t work for me, Sean. You don’t have to open doors for me and stuff.”

  Sean wrinkles his nose.

  “Ms. Ray, I work for Mr. Kingsley and thus I indirectly work for you. And even if that wasn’t the case, I would never let a lady open her own door.”

  I can’t help but smile.

  “Well Sean, let me thank you on behalf of the female population. Chivalry is not dead after all!” I say as I slap my hand on my chest for dramatic effect.

  Sean smirks at me and shakes his head.

  “We better get going, Ms. Ray. Mr. Kingsley is eager to see you.”

  I feel a flush creep across my cheeks and I clear my throat. The car is parked right in front of the building, making our walk short and sweet. Sean opens the door for me yet again. Before he closes it he looks at me and smiles shyly.

  “If you don’t mind me saying so, Ms. Ray, I am happy that Mr. Kingsley has found you. I’ve never seen him happy before and he’s a good man, he deserves to be happy.”

  It is clear that he is a little choked up. I look at him and smile at him sincerely.

  “Thank you, Sean. I am glad he has you around, too.”

  That earns me a bright smile.

  “Okay then,” he says as he tips his head.

  “Okay then.”

  The little back and forth text sparring that unfolds when I send Mika a text that I’m on my way has me hot and bothered. I’ve spent the last twenty-seven minutes playing out multiple scenarios of how the evening will go. I am more than excited when Sean pulls up in front of Mika’s building. The doorman is by the curb before we have even come to a full stop. Not only do I eject myself out of the seat and out of the car, I practically sprint to the front door. When I get into the private elevator that leads to Mika’s penthouse I feel giddy with excitement. My mouth is dry and my heart is beating so hard against my ribcage, it feels as if it is trying to burst out of my chest. I look at myself in the floor to ceiling mirrors that line the inside of the elevator and I regret not changing out of my scrubs. I don’t have long to dwell on my regret because the ding I hear indicates that I have arrived. When the elevator doors open, a set of arms reach in and pull me into the foyer and I land onto his magnificent chest. He cups my face in both of his hands and seals his mouth over mine. Mika kisses me with unparalleled passion until my knees buckle and I’m utterly breathless. When our lips part he rests his forehead on mine.

  “Hey there,” he says hoarsely.

  I close my eyes and breathe him in. I know he is freshly showered because I can smell the earthy scent of his body wash.

  “Hi,” I croak. “That was quite the welcome, Mika.”

  And there is that sexy as hell smile of his. God help me.

  “I’ve missed you. I’m glad you’re here.”

  That earns him a smile.

  “Apparently…” I wink. “I’m glad to be here too. I might have missed you, too. Just a little though.”

  His lips curl into that lopsided grin, doing me in as it always does.

  “Maybe I should remind you of what you have been missing... ”

  Yes please.

  “I can only think of one thing I want more right now.”

  Mika pokes his tongue into his cheek and squints his eyes. He looks disgruntled and I have a hard time keeping a straight face.

  “And what would that be?”

  I lift myself onto my toes so I can reach his ear and whisper, What I really, really want right now…is a shower,” I say before bursting out in a fit of laughter

  “Why you little…”

  I giggle as Mika lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. He slaps my backside and I squeal like a little girl. He turns and starts taking big strides. While hanging upside down, I take in the magnificent apartment. I can’t see much since we are going fast and I am laughing so hard it is proving difficult to focus on anything else. We enter a bedroom and when he puts me on my feet I smirk up at him. He kisses me gently on the side of my mouth.

  “The bathroom is in there,” he says, pointing over to the left. “And there are plenty of clothes for you in there,” he points to what seems to be a colossal walk-in closet. “But if you would rather wear something of mine…” he says as closes his eyes. “I’m picturing you in nothing but my shirt and let me tell you... yowzah!”

  I roll my eyes and playfully hit him on the arm.

  “Dream on, CC.”

  “CC?”

  “Captain Caaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvveeeeeemmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaannnn,” I say in a singsong voice.

  We both burst out laughing.

  “You better get your gorgeous ass in that shower now before I throw you on that bed and have my filthy way with you.”

  Grinning, I kiss him on the cheek and I tell him that I’ll be out in a bit before I scurry off to the bathroom which is, of course, stocked with all my usual cosmetic and hygiene products. The huge his and hers sinks immediately monopolize my attention. It seems that the left side is designated to be mine because it has all my favorite perfumes and lotions lined up. When I open a drawer there is a flat iron, blow dryer, and some combs and brushes. I open the next drawer and it is full of makeup that is neatly organized and color-coordinated. I open the last drawer and it is completely stocked
with tampon and pads and of course they are the brand I use. I gape. Feminine hygiene products? Really?

  “That man doesn’t miss a beat.,” I mumble to myself.

  I open the sliding door to step into the shower and sweet baby Jesus I don’t believe I have ever, in my twenty-three years, have had a shower as glorious as this one. It is one of those rain showers and I am in heaven. It takes some effort to get myself out and I’ve been in there quite a while. I’m partly surprised and maybe a little disappointed that Mika hasn’t joined me in here. I decide to towel dry my hair in lieu of blow drying it and I wrap a large, plush towel around me as I head into the bedroom. I walk into the ridiculously large walk-in closet as I dry my hair. And again, the left side seems to be my designated space. It is completely stocked. And I mean completely. I feel overwhelmed and I can’t even begin to process all of this. I need some underwear. I purse my lips and tap them with my index finger. I open a drawer on a hunch and find what I’m looking for because it’s full of very expensive panties and bras, judging from the labels. I slip the panties on and walk over to his side of the closet. I reach for a button-up and slip it on. I only partly button it and then put my hair up in a bun. I’m ready to go seduce my man. I walk out of the closet with the intent to go on the hunt for Mika.

  I step into the bedroom and, for the first time tonight, I actually take a moment and look around. The walls are lined with silk wallpaper in different shades of silver. The thick grey carpet feels soft under my toes. I walk over to the enormous bed and run my hand over the beautiful bedspread. I notice the bedside table on the right has a picture frame and I step closer to inspect it. It is a photograph of me, which strangely enough doesn’t weird me out this time. There is book and a pair of reading glasses on top of it, as well as a gorgeous reading lamp and an alarm clock. I saunter to the left side of the bed to inspect that bedside table. The same lamp as the right side and my brand of hand cream that I keep on my nightstand sit on top. I see the trend now and the second I do I connect the dots. At home, I sleep on the left side. He’s stuck with that and given me the left side of everything to use. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or weirded out but I decide to go with thinking this is sweet instead. I notice a large velvet box with a card that has my name on it. I run my finger over my name on the little envelope.

  “Go ahead, open it.”

  Startled by his sudden presence, my hand flies to my chest.

  “Jesus, Mika. I’m going to have to put a bell around your neck or something.”

  He chuckles.

  “Open it.”

  I open the envelope and pull out the card.

  Because beautiful girls deserve beautiful things.

  Love,

  Mika

  I smile and pick up the box. I gasp when I open it.

  “I got these for you in Japan but I never got the chance to give them to you,” he says hoarsely.

  Inside the box are two strands of pearls neatly coiled side by side. I lift one of the two strings of pearls from the box to admire it. I see that the pearls at each end of the string are larger than the others and separated by a little ring encrusted with diamonds. The next pearl is a little smaller and so is the next and then there is a long string of smaller pearls in the same size until the pattern repeats at the end.

  “These are beautiful, Mika. But way too much, I can’t accept these.”

  Mika closes the distance between us. He lifts the other strand from the box, takes my left hand to his lips, and kisses it.

  “Do you trust me?” he whispers.

  Our eyes meet and he is searching mine for an answer. When I think about the question I realize that I do trust him. I bite my lower lip and slowly nod my head.

  “Lay down on the bed.”

  I look over to the bed and back to him. Silently I take the few steps to the bed and lay down. Mika climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me with a hungry look in his eyes that simultaneously makes me crave and fear him.

  “Give me your hand,” he says in that commanding tone of his.

  I don’t even hesitate as I hold out my left hand for him. He wraps one end of the string of pearls around my wrist and fastens the other somewhere above me. The other string is still in my right hand. He moves over to the right side and takes the pearls out of my grasp.

  “Now this one.”

  Without faltering I offer him my hand again. He takes the string of pearls, wraps it around my wrist, and secures it above me.

  “Have I told you how much I love your choice in attire?” he breathes.

  He lifts my chin with his index finger and concurrently rubs his thumb across my bottom lip. His eyes light up and his lips curl up slightly.

  “Don’t move,” he says as he climbs off the bed.

  I feel a tinge of panic when he leaves but when I watch him disappear into the walk-in closet I relax some. It takes him less than a minute to reappear—yes, I counted—and when he does he has one of his ties in his hands. It is gorgeous, light blue in color and silky. He joins me back on the bed.

  “Close your eyes, Sweet Pea.”

  I immediately close them and Mika fastens the tie around my head to cover my eyes. It feels scary yet exhilarating, not being able to see. I can feel my excitement. My heart rate has accelerated, my breaths are shallow, and every nerve ending in my body is tingling with anticipation. I feel him move himself off the bed. I try to focus and listen to his movements. I hear him undoing his belt and then pulling it from the loops before dropping it on the floor. I hear him unzip his pants and in my mind I can see them drop down on the carpet. The anticipation ignites my excitement and I can feel the heat pool between my thighs. I rub them together to get at least some of the friction that I crave. I feel the bed dip, alerting me to the fact that he has rejoined me on it. Mika’s hands slide from my ankles all the way up to my hips. His fingers hook into the sides of my panties and he pulls them down my legs and off me. Suddenly I feel a finger trailing from my throat down to my sternum. I feel him starting to undo the buttons of his shirt that I am wearing. He starts kissing my throat and continues to trail down to my bellybutton. He moves lower and he spreads my legs and throws one over his shoulder. When his mouth immediately zeros in on that tender button that’s throbbing between my legs I arch off the bed.

  “Oh God,” I whimper.

  Mika places his large hand on my stomach.

  “Stay put, baby. Or I’ll stop.”

  I moan loudly as he slips two fingers into me and begins to stroke my walls. He continues to alternate flicking his tongue and sucking at that little bundle of nerves while thoroughly fucking me with his fingers. Dear God the man has an incredible mouth. Mika begins to increase the pace and when I feel the tightening in my core he slows. I whimper my disapproval. After a little while he increases his pace once more and when he slows again this time I realize that he’s torturing me on purpose.

  “Mika, please,” I plead.

  I can feel him smile against my tender flesh.

  “Do you want me to let you come, Sweet Pea?” he asks.

  Right now I am so needy, so ready to explode that I have no problem begging.

  “Yes Mika…please, let me come.”

  He sucks on my clit with fervor and I bite my lips to stifle the scream that escapes from my throat.

  “Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me who is the only one that can make you come apart.”

  He slowly pushes his fingers in and out of me. I moan.

  “Tell me,” he growls.

  “It’s yours,” I almost scream. “Just yours…you are the only one, baby.”

  He starts to really get to work now, pumping into me while sucking and licking at me vigorously. It is only moments later that I scream his name. Mika steadies my trembling legs as he laps up the evidence of my orgasm. I can feel him over me and, when he lowers himself onto me and his hungry mouth finds mine, the hunger that should be sated after that mind-blowing climax is reborn and more feral than ever. Suddenly
I feel empty without him filling me. My need is so palpable that I literally ache for him. I can feel him and all his glory pressing against me and I roll my hips upwards in an effort to help him get inside of me.

  “Hmmmm,” he hums, approval apparent in his tone. “Always so greedy for me.”

  He rubs the tip of his cock along my folds and just when I think that I can’t take another second of his teasing he finally pushes into me in one smooth stroke, filling me so I feel impossibly full. I cry out in pleasure.

  “God, you feel incredible, Raeva. Your perfect little pussy was made for me.”

  He begins to thrust into me, slowly at first, as if he’s savoring the feeling. But soon he starts to drive into me in earnest and with every thrust he strokes my walls and hits that perfect spot inside my core. I’m building up to my euphoria. I can feel it coming from the tip of my toes, and when it overtakes me and I lay there drowning in wave after wave of ecstasy, I once more scream out his name. He comes seconds later, my name rolling off his tongue like a prayer. Mika stills on top of me, his breathing as labored as mine, and I can feel his heart pounding loudly against his ribcage. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me lasciviously. He suddenly breaks the kiss and removes the blindfold from my eyes before he quickly leaves the bed. He swiftly walks into the bathroom and reemerges with a washcloth in hand. He takes his time cleaning me up gently, as if he knows that I am very sensitive down there right now. Next, he unfastens the string of pearls from my right wrist and kisses it and follows suit with the left. He pulls down the covers and covers us as he pulls me against him.

  “I love it when you take care of me,” I mumble.

  He kisses the top of my head.

  “I love taking care of you so that works out then,” he counters.

  I yawn as he gently strokes my hair.

  “Go to sleep, Sweet Pea.”

  My eyelids are heavy and I don’t think it takes thirty seconds for me to drift off.

  If you would have told me a couple of months ago that I would meet a woman, obsess over her, and fall head over heels I would have laughed in your face and most likely would have said something offensive. But today, I can’t describe what I feel for her with any other phrase than complete and utter consumption. I have brokered some of the most innovating business deals of the decade and easily tripled my family’s already vast fortune. I have traveled the globe and I have mastered pretty much everything I have ever set my mind to yet nothing, not a damn thing, comes close to the level of satiety I feel having her here with me in my bed where no other woman has ever been. This is by far the most satisfying feeling I have ever had. She sighs in her sleep like she so often does and, as ridiculous as that sounds, it is comforting to me. It is my new second favorite sound she makes, my favorite being the sounds she makes when I am pushing into her. My cellphone is on the nightstand and lights up the dark room. I look over at the clock and see that it is already 7:42 a.m. I cannot remember the last time I have slept this late. I pick up my cell and see a message from Sean. Apparently, there are a couple of detectives that want to speak to me. I wasn’t aware that they made house calls. I am about to message Eric when another message from Sean pops up to inform me that Eric is waiting for me in my office with the detectives.