Page 136 of Their Princess

While Sas offered danger, thrill, and uncertainty, I also relished the thought of having someone who would kiss me leisurely and take their time drawing out both our pleasure. A person who might hold me when I felt down.

Those things, I don’t think I could ever expect from Sas.

But Graff? He was giving me that without being pushed or asked.

His tongue slipped against mine in long, deliberate strokes and then pulled back before he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling. When he released my mouth, he trailed moist kisses down my throat, the air cooling the trail and making me shiver.

He paused to ask, “Is this okay?”

“You’re so fucking sweet.” I snickered. “You didn’t ask if it was okay when you stuck your fingers inside me last night.”

Red bloomed on his cheeks. “Yeah, that’s not usually my M.O., but Sas was in charge.”

His lips found mine again, and I wrapped my hands around his broad shoulders, reaching for the back of his T-shirt. I pulled it up until I could get my hands under the cotton, and once I felt the warmth and ridges of his muscular back, I dragged my fingernails down the skin.

Graff arched up and groaned, then kissed me harder, his tongue driving into my mouth. I could picture his cock doing the same, and I shifted to attempt to give him access.

He pulled my hands away and broke the kiss.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“We’re heading to Las Vegas today,” he said.

I laid back on the bed. “Don’t remind me.” Papà was the last person in the world I wanted to deal with right now.

He laughed. “I thought you would be excited.”

“Lies.”

“I see.” He laughed again, and it was so musical. “But if I keep tangling my tongue with yours, we’ll never leave.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Hope crept in my voice that I could tempt him back to bed. To me.

His throat bobbed. “You need to take a shower and get ready.”

“And what will you be doing?” I asked.

“I need a shower too.” But he didn’t remove his weight from on top of me.

I quirked a brow. “You could join me.”

It would be ridiculous to try to have sex in that closet of a shower. Too tight. But I wanted him with me, now, and all the time. And I wanted to feel just him this morning.

Graff shook his head. “You will still be Sas’s wife in a few days.”

Confusion overtook me, and I said, “Again, that didn’t stop you last night.”

“And I’ll probably have you again. If you’ll have me, Adelina.”

“I will,” I said, cutting him off. “I want you now, Graff.”

He flopped off me and onto his back, and I followed. Straddling him, I tried again to remove his shirt and get a glimpse of all the ink that decorated his bronzed skin.

“I should ask the Veep.”

“Nonsense. He gave you access to me once, and he’s not stealing that from me now.”

Graff looked up at me and tucked my hair behind one ear. “Are you certain?”

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