Page 116 of Royally Rivalled

“No. It’s not. It will never be perfect. Even you aren’t perfect. You are just perfectly imperfect—perfect for me,” Astrid said.

That choked me up. I loved this woman, and I’d do anything for her—anything I could. I worried it would not be enough. But, for now, she was back. I’d be unhappy forever if I didn’t focus on the positive. I kissed her again, pressing her harder into the big wooden door.

“We never finished what we started,” Astrid said. “I still owe you that.”

“You owe me nothing,” I chuckled.

“It’s your birthday, Parker, and I forgot your gift at home.”

“What was it?”

“A pair of trainers. I know you prefer them to all else.”

“A perfect gift,” I said, wishingso badlyI could take her here.

If I did, we’d miss dinner, and she’d be a mess. I wouldn’t introduce us to society as a couple like this. She deserved something more honourable than that.

Someone banged on the door. “Parker, if you are in there, you better have a damn good explanation!”

Mother was in a mood.

“Mum, I am. I was having a conversation and will be back out soon.”

“We are starting dinner momentarily.”

“Fine. I’ll be there,” I said. “Leave me be!”

“Do not?—”

“Mother, I will be there in a goddamn minute. If you say anymore, I will leave!”

She grumbled but didn’t press.

“She’s obnoxious,” Astrid whispered. “Why so aggro?”

“She’s going to be livid to contend with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I think someday she and I both know you will be the lady of the house, and she’ll have to follow orders or face your wrath.”

Astrid looked down. “Parker, I love you but must finish what I started.”

I pulled her chin towards mine. “I know, my love. I will gladly wait until you are ready, but I want you—all of you. And I will wait as long as you need.”

sixty-four

ASTRID

I never imaginedI would go from licking my wounds to perched astride Parker in a matter of hours, but I found myself there—writhing in absolute pleasure as he pumped me up and down. I was about to climax, wanting never to stop this ride. He made me feel so safe and secure—so wanted and loved. Why did I fight him? Why wasn’t I just more patient? Those thoughts faded as I came, exhausted.

“Oh, God! Yes, please! Yes!”

I bent to kiss him, grinding on his cock. Euphoric, I didn’t hold back or care who heard us down the hall. Parker grinned sheepishly as I pulled back.

“What? You don’t like me to cum? Cum loudly?”

“I relish it. I cannot believe you’re back here with me, my darling,” Parker said. “That… that is what I wanted most.”

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