Page 38 of My Prince

He thrust his hips up, making me gasp. “Pretty sure this is fucking real, cupcake.”

I threaded my fingers into his hair, loving how his eyes darkened with desire. “You know what I mean. Hard launch. No hiding.”

“No fucking clue what you are talking about. If you’re trying to say we’d be together, then yeah, hard launch this shit.”

A laugh bubbled from my lips. “You’re making this pretty easy.”

“Never understood why relationships were supposed to be hard. To me, if it’s hard, let that shit go.” His hands squeezed my ass. “I like things easy.”

I cocked my head to the side, curious about his perspective. “The relationship you mean.”

He pulled me close until we were chest to chest, his breath hot against my lips. “Yes, cupcake. Not talking about my dick, though, for reference, if that is hard, you better fuck it.”

His words sent a jolt of desire through me, and before I could respond, he pulled me in for a hard, passionate kiss. Our hips ground into each other, creating friction that made my mind foggy with need. His hands roamed over my body, gripping and caressing in all the right places.

A loud knock sounded on the door, shattering the moment.

“We’re busy,” Fade shouted between trailing kisses down my neck.

“I’m coming in if the door isn’t locked,” the person on the other side responded.

Fade pulled back, his eyes connecting with mine. “Shit.” Of course, we hadn’t locked the door. No one was here when we walked into the clubhouse. Now it seemed they were going to come to us.

The door opened, and I looked over my shoulder to see Sloane and Dove standing there, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“Well, well, well,” Sloane drawled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Looks like we interrupted something.”

Dove chuckled, shaking her head. “He did tell us they were busy.”

“I’d say more like he has his hands full,” Sloane snickered.

“What the hell do you two want?” Fade asked. He didn’t pull away from me. He didn’t try to act like nothing had happened between us.

He acted like he was pissed we were interrupted and that as soon as Sloane and Dove disappeared, we were going to pick up right where we had left off since he had two handfuls of my ass.

“Yarder wanted to know if Adalee wanted to be in the meeting he’s about to have with Garett and Mark.” Sloane looked at Fade’s hands, which hadn’t moved.

I tried to squirm out of his hold, but Fade didn’t budge.

“He can handle the meeting,” Fade informed them. “Adalee already knows everything.”

Dove nodded. “Got it.”

Sloane and Dove didn’t budge.

“Did you guys need anything else?” Fade asked.

“We’re planning lasagna for dinner. Are you guys going to be… available to join us for that?” Sloane asked.

My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I knew everything Sloane was seeing; she was going to report back to her author friend. Winter something. “I love lasagna,” I chirped. “I’ll be there. Do you need any help?”

Fade squeezed my butt.

“No, no,” Dove insisted. “We got it under control. We’re even going to make a cake for dessert.”

My ears perked up at cake.

I didn’t get to do much baking since becoming a production assistant. I was always traveling, and the places I normally stayed only had a microwave.

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