Page 57 of Just Between Us

I took a deep, cleansing breath as the front door swung open. Last time I had been inside, we had made it only as far as the entryway. Tonight I took my time looking at where Royal lived. The house was tidy and unassuming. It screamedbachelor padand lacked the cozy charm of the cottage-inspired exterior. The open concept gave me a full view of the kitchen island and bright cabinets. On the opposite end was a couch, coffee table, and two chairs. My eyes flicked to the ring light, tucked into the corner of the living room, and a spark of recognition danced in my stomach.

Royal walked in and tossed his keys on the kitchen island before moving to the cabinet by the sink. “Can I get you something to drink?”

My head still buzzed from the beers I’d had at the bar. “Ice water, maybe?”

He poured two glasses and slid one toward me. “Make yourself at home.” Royal moved close, his palm cradling my face.I leaned into him, hoping he might finally kiss me. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he said.

The sensation of his fingertips against my skin blazed a fire in their wake. My head was spinning. I gulped down the cold water and surveyed my appearance in his absence. With my hair smoothed and boobs scooped to attention, I slipped off my heels and waited.

My heartbeat ticked upward when he appeared from the darkened hallway. He’d stripped off his shirt, revealing his muscular, inked chest. His jeans were unbuttoned, and the small trail of soft hair disappeared below the waistband.

I licked my lips and folded my hands in front of me. I didn’t know what he expected. I was well aware that the whole point of our arrangement was for me to let go of the control, but it was still new and unfamiliar territory.

He stepped in front of me, his warm brown eyes meeting mine. A smirk drew up his lip. “I can tell you’re dying to say something, so just say it.”

God, he could read me so well.

It would have been annoying had it not been incredibly hot.

In front of him, I felt shy. Demure, almost. It was wholly surreal, but I just went with it. My voice was soft as I gathered the courage to ask, “Are you going to have sex with me?”

He looked at me with softness as his hands ran up and down my bare arms. My chest pinched and I did my best to ignore it. “You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”

The ache inside me fluttered. “Yes, sir.”

I realized that calling Royalsirwas entirely different from using the word as a sign of respect in the business world. With him, it was a power exchange—an affirmation of trust and mutual understanding.

It was safety in a single syllable.

Royal moved closer. His lips found my neck, and my head tipped back. His mouth was soft. His tongue hot and wet. The scrape of his teeth against my lip sent shivers racing down my back and straight between my legs.

“Tell me one thing you want.” His gravelly voice vibrated through me.

His hips pushed forward, and my hand found his hard cock straining against the denim of his unbuttoned jeans.

“You know what I want.” It took effort to not let the words slip out in a whine.

“Tell me,” he demanded.

I palmed his length and squeezed. “This.” I pressed my hips forward, desperately trying to feel friction between my legs.

Royal’s fingers laced through my hair. He was tender and commanding, and I went pliant at his touch. “You’ve been taunting me with your perfect tits all night.”

A sensual part of me reveled in the fact that he had appreciated the dress I’d chosen to wear for him. My pussy ached with need.

My lower lip slipped between my teeth as I looked up at him.

His hands moved down my neck and across my chest. The swell of my breasts spilled out over the neckline of my sundress, and he raked his fingertips across them. “I’ll make sure we both get what we need.”

Royal guided me into the living room and toward the couch. He gathered the hemline of my sundress, taking his time to drag his fingertips across the skin of my inner thigh as he lifted the dress over my head. Goose bumps erupted across my legs as the cool air hit my skin.

I stood in front of him in only my underwear, and he grunted in appreciation. His hand slid between my legs, wedging my underwear between my pussy lips. “You’re already soaked, Precious.”

He didn’t need to tell me. I was well aware of the liquid heat pooling between my thighs.

Royal reached behind him, dragging a pillow from the couch and dropping it on the ground beside me. “On your knees.”

My eyes locked with his. I followed his command and lowered myself to my knees in front of him. His hand caressed my face before he drew down the zipper to his jeans. His cock jutted from his trim, tattooed body. Nearly every inch of him was covered with ink, and I wanted to explore every single design. I licked my lips, imagining my mouth running over every tattoo and committing his taste to memory.

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