Page 117 of Royally Rivalled

“Well, you are the birthday boy,” I giggled.

“Yes, it’s only fair, right?”

I nodded, going for broke, trying to make myself cum again. I dug my hands into his chest, moaning and panting as I got closer. The feeling of him inside me—so hard—was only part of it. The other was the way he looked at me with absoluteadoration. This man worshipped me. This man wanted me to be happy. He would wait as long as I needed. He was the only person to promise me that.

Parker flipped me.

“I love you,” I said, tenderly.

“I love you, too, Astrid.” He thrust inside me. “But this isn’t about love.”

I bit my lip. “Not right now.”

It wasn’t. I went from beloved to the object of his lust. He stared at me, occasionally bending to kiss me until he put my feet on his shoulders. His cock slid, our bodies meeting hard every time. I felt like he might destroy me on one hand, but he knew it brought me to the highest high on the other. I gripped the pillows behind my head, screaming a litany of French swears.

“Yes, that’s a good girl,” Parker said, breathless.

He was close.

“I want you to cum, baby,” I said. “Please.”

He came deep inside me. I felt his cock pulse as I watched his face flush. Parker bent, kissing me, cock still hard within me.

“Nothing will ever feel as good as how you made me feel, Astrid Deschamps. I refuse to believe it.”

I watched him roll off the bed, disposing of the condom.

“I refuse to believe we’ve peaked,” I giggled.

Parker hopped back onto the bed, kissing his way from my navel up. He sucked on both my nipples for appreciation, saying nothing. He could be so hornyandtender all at once. As he kissed my neck, I melted.

“It’s not fair for you to be this wonderful,” I said.

Parker stared. He rolled on his side, shaking his head.

“I could be better. I hope I will be, Astrid.”

“We will… we’ll make it work, right?”

“We must,” Parker said. “And I am trying.”

He leaned over, grabbing his mobile from the bedside table. He’d plug it in, so I was reminded to do the same. I got up, searching through the bag Amara packed.

“Well, fuck, I don’t have a charger and my phone’s almost dead,” I sighed.

Parker stared at his phone, dumbfounded.

“What? Can I use your charger?”

“Yes, baby,” Parker answered. “Uh… Astrid… I did something.”

I walked to his side of the bed, plugging my phone into the charger.

“Oh… okay?”

“There was this job. I poo-pooed it, as I was certain I could never take a job. I said to myself I was stuck here.”

“I told you?—”

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