Page 37 of Cinder's Trial

His kiss stole all the sounds I made. And I made quite a few as he brought me to the peak. He even caught my cry of pleasure as I came.

Came simply from rubbing.

He shuddered a second later and then brusquely said, “I need to use the washroom.”

I might have been more offended but for the wet spot that had seeped through his track pants to leave me slightly damp.

He’d come too.

A man with his rigid control had lost it to me.

When he emerged from the bathroom, pants changed, he didn’t say anything but crawled into his bed.

I might have been offended, only I knew he probably suffered from embarrassment. I’d read enough romances to know how men felt about their virility. Did I leave him to wallow by himself, though?

Nope.

I crawled from my bed to his, ignoring Levi’s rough, “What are you doing, princess?”

“Snuggling. It’s what I like to do after sex.”

“We didn’t have sex.” His voice sounded raw.

“Oh yes we did, so now you have to cuddle me.”

“Have to?”

“Yes.” I scooched into him until my butt hit his groin. Rather than protest further, he threw his arm over me and tucked me closer.

That night I didn’t dream of Levi. I didn’t have to because we stayed tucked together all night long.

Until a pounding at the door in the morning.

11

I might have been insulted at the abrupt way Levi left the bed, only he pulled the covers over me and dropped a kiss on my lips before stalking to the door to bark, “What is it?”

Hannah, on the other side, sounded slightly amused as she said, “We have a situation upstairs.”

Those words galvanized me. I hopped out of bed and scrounged in my bag for clothes as Levi yanked open the door. “Report.”

Hannah walked in, and I had to wonder if she guessed right away that we’d slept together. Maybe not seeing as how both beds were mussed and we were both clothed.

I paused on my way to change in the bathroom at what she said.

“A Cinderella potential managed to pose as hotel staff. She delivered the prince’s breakfast and now won’t leave unless he asks her to marry him. She even brought a glass slipper so he can do it properly.”

“Why is this even an issue? Toss her out.” Levi offered a simple solution.

Hannah shook her head. “Would love to. However, she’s holding a knife to her throat and says she’ll slit it if the prince doesn’t comply.”

I winced. The optics would be horrible if that happened.

“For fuck’s sake.” Levi raked his fingers through his hair. “Give me a second to change.”

“Will do, boss.” Hannah finally looked at me directly, and her wide smile went well with her chirped, “Judging by the hair, I’d say someone had a good night.”

Could she tell Levi and I had fooled around?

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