Page 47 of Royally Rivalled

Astrid looked up at me, big blue eyes clear as day. “That was amazing. You win.”

“What do I win?”

“Sex, obviously,” Astrid said.

“I... well, we don't have time. Astrid, I was about to suggest we wait until we were out of here. The height difference makes anything tricky, and no one should lose their virginity on the floor of an elevator.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on her tiptoes. “That is sweet of you to mention, but I'm still really horny, so you'll get what you want.”

What I want? Damn. The girl was picking it up quickly.

We heard a creak. The workers assembled outside.

“Wait, do you have condoms?”

She asked loudly, and I tried hard to fly under the radar. I wanted to silence her but knew it would lead to a fight.

“I do. Back in my room. A lot.”

“What? Were you?—”

“I had no plans to get laid,” I assured. “No. I figured we were travelling with a bunch of horny undergrads, and I usually buy them in case someone needs a johnny or two. I'd rather be prepared to hand them out.”

She snickered. “You're such a good boy.”

“Look, I try,” I said, annoyed. “Don't take the piss out of a man who just gave you an amazing orgasm.”

“I could have givenmyselfan orgasm if I wanted to.”

“Uh-huh.”

Playfully pushing her against the elevator wall, I ignored the sound of grinding outside and kissed Astrid slowly again. She backed away, staring at me with astonishment. She pulled me back into a kiss, doing well for an amateur.

Our excitement was interrupted by the screech of the doors opening feet away from our heads. A woman looked in. “Hello! We're getting you up and out of here.”

“Great. Cheers.” I stepped back.

I hoped we'd still feel the same in a few minutes when we were free. The feeling of immediate need for her tried my patience. Astrid looked divine. Longing to unwrap her gently, I wanted to run off somewhere private. It was part hubris, part competitive need to show her what I could do, and part longing desire to prove I wasn't a dick. Either way, it made me want to be at my best.

The doors opened further—enough we could squeeze out. I hoisted Astrid, glad to get the chance to grab her fit bum in the process. The workers pulled her up on the other side. I crawled through, tall enough to pull myself with a little lift from a workman. Finally, back on the ground, we dusted off.

“Thanks for coming to the rescue,” Astrid said.

“Agreed. Cheers. Are we free to go?” I asked.

“Should be good, darlin'!” the woman fobbed us off.

Astrid and I walked towards the stairs.

“So, do we... do you still?” I asked Astrid. “You owe me nothing.”

“Au contraire. Um, yes, I am down. The issue? I have a roommate and don't know if she's in.”

“I don't,” I winced, about to get found out.

“What? How.”

“I got Briggs' room, which was private.”

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