Page 41 of Regal Queen

Eleven

Eyes brimmingwith a humor that I hadn't seen since Russia, she turned towards me, taking the red, styrofoam ball off her nose and put it on mine. I scowled, only to entertain her more, and her responding grin lit up her face.

"You look handsome, maybe less like Gothel and more like Flynn Rider.”

I frowned. “I’ll never be Flynn.”

Smiling, she shook her head. “The King then.” I just raised an eyebrow in response. “Regardless, it looks good on you. Possibly the most handsome I've ever seen you be."

I scowled. “And not when we were fucking?”

“Yes.” Smiling, she nodded, leaning in to me. Taking in a shuttering breath, I clasped my arms around her, holding her there. She was so perfect, right in my arms where she belonged.

I nuzzled her cheek with my own, then brushed my lips across hers, my tongue licking at the seams of her lips, gently prodding her open.

She bit down on my tongue gently, her lips spreading in a mischievous grin. I chuckled, low and deep, loving the playful side coming out of her.

I was glad I'd brought her to see Rocky. He had a way about him that made people feel at ease. His obnoxious childishness had opened her up again. Plus, she was probably relieved to hear that her hearing would come back, combined with getting out of the apartment. It had been far too long since she’d been able to move around on her own.

“What would you like to do now?” I asked when she let my tongue go.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, closing her eyes and softly brushing her lips against mine.

“Mmm,” I murmured.

"I have the perfect idea," she whispered, her lips rubbing against mine, so soft and sweet, so gentle that it made my chest ache.

“And what's that?" I whispered in return.

Her tongue flicked out, brushing against my mouth. "I think now's the perfect time to eat, don't you think?"

“I definitely want something to eat.”

“Pizza sounds good.”

I pulled back, groaning and regretting my already hardening cock. “You tease.”

She grinned. “I know.”

Sighing, I wrapped my arm around her neck and steered her towards the door, pulling the ridiculous nose off and stuffing it into my pocket. When we opened the door, both Liam and Noah were standing outside the door.

"Hi!" She greeted them cheerily and I slid my hand down her back, steering her forward.

"Don't distract them," I chastised her. "They're keeping us safe."

She nodded thoughtfully but the reminder didn't seem to dampen her good mood as we made our way to the main dining room, now filled with people.

It was your stereotypical Italian pizza joint, with candle lit tables and checkered tablecloths. A fat, italian-looking man stood at the counter and he grunted at us as we made out way towards him.

I turned towards her. “What kind of pizza do you like?"

"Pepperoni, duh. And black olives. And onions, and green peppers. With a cherry coke.”

I pulled out my wallet, ordering their house specialty, then we carried our drinks towards the back room, where the more private tables were set up.

Luca often conducted business here, and there were several of his men sitting around, eating and talking. I took her to a table in the corner and a few men glanced our way, but quickly went back to their own business. By the time we sat down, Rose was slurping her drink, pushing the straw around to get the last bit of liquid at the bottom of the cup.

She sat in the booth and I scooted in next to her, needing to feel her against me.

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