Page 82 of The More the Merrier

Gregor’s eyes traveled the room to find most of the tables and chairs already moved.

“Yes, of course.” He stood and drew Claire to her feet.

“What now?” She side-whispered to him.

“Now we begin the dancing and then we can do whatever we want. How does that sound to you, naughty girl?” His modulated tone whenever he said dirty words appeared to send Claire into a spiral. Her rapid breathing and dilated pupils were like a candy addiction, and he couldn’t get enough of her responses to his dominance.

He squeezed her hand possessively as he led her to an open space regulated for dancing. He nodded to the DJ andBlissby Amber Mark came over the speakers. Could there be a better choice, Gregor mused.

He pulled her in as tight as he could considering the volume of the dress. His hand became an iron band on her back. But instead of waltzing, he ground against her, pressing his knee between the folds of her dress.

Her little gasp ushered from her pretty lips incited Gregor. Tipping her back, he tugged her hair, loving her shocked expression as her hair tumbled loose, her tiara staying in place. Gripping her hair, he guided her head until his lips were able to caress hers. His hips still gyrated as he tipped her back at a deep angle, deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth and nipping her tongue.

As she melted into his supportive arm, he suddenly swung her up and away and twirled her back until her backside was to his front. His iron arm now offered support around her rib cage from the front. All he had to do is extend his thumb and he would graze her nipple. Tempting, but instead he bent her forward, and ground her against him from behind. If his intentions hadn’t been obvious before, they sure were now.

He spared a glance to the watchers who were entranced by the spectacle, he and Claire were making. He swung her out suddenly, this time drawing her to his front and leaning her back. Bending over her, he kissed the top swell of her breasts. Her moan was not loud, but Gregor clearly heard it.

Gripping her hair again with his other hand, he kissed from the swell of her breasts up her neck to her lobe where he took a little nibble. Claire’s expression shifted from endorphin drunk to shock in a nanosecond. But Gregor had a firm grip and kept her in place as he sucked the lobe he’d just bitten.

“Yes,” she hissed.

Time to end the show. As the last notes played, Gregor stood straight, and with his arm securely around his queen, left the room to the shouts and whistles of his court. In the elevator, he pressed her against the wall and ripped open the strings of the bodice. Claire’s breasts spilled out and he took them unhurriedly in his mouth.

Claire’s arms were extended, her hands wrapped around his neck in a death hold as she tried to press his mouth more firmly over her breast. Gregor pulled back and turned her, Claire’s breasts now against the cold wall of the elevator.

Pressing the hold button, the elevator came to an abrupt stop. “No topping from the bottom, naughty girl.”

He lifted her skirts and brought his hand down on her naked backside.

“Oh!”

He cracked his hand on her quivering flesh again.

“Ouch! Mr.—”

“Master or Sir, little one, understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Five more.” He pulled her hips until she was bent at the waist and her lovely pink cheeks freely accessible. Gregor cracked his hand down quickly, loving her mewls with each strike of his hand on her perfectly rounded ass.

Before allowing her to stand and drop her skirts, he ran a finger along her slit.

“Yes, please,” Claire moaned.

“Soon enough, my drenched queen.” Straightening her, he released the emergency stop button. But they weren’t going to her floor and when the elevator passed hers, she gazed at him quizzically.

“Don’t play coy with me, little one, you know exactly where you’re going… to Daddy’s dungeon.”

Once they entered the room, everything came into laser focus and the dizzying adrenaline he’d been experiencing since picking Claire up for the evening dissipated. Here, in this room, he really was king, but not over a court like downstairs. Here he could be who he was without interruption or the world pounding for him to fix it. Here there were only her and him and everything that would be done hung between them like a promise as he locked the door.

Chapter 12

Claire

When Gregor arrived at her door, instead of Ati, her stomach did that bottoming out thing igniting her core into an inferno of heat and need. Gregor did all kinds of things to her libido. But when he saidwhen you ran from me, naughty girl, in that deep husky commanding tone, she’d wanted to beg him to take her right then and there.

If she were being honest, she was intimidated by the depth of her reactions to both men. In Ati’s case, he had her calling him Daddy and that alone was strange but to feel like it was natural was by far the strangest part for her. And since the night Gregor had whispered in her ear at the bar, she had fallen victim to his voice, and his commanding presence.

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