Page 34 of Royally Drawn

“What? It shouldn’t surprise you, darling. I still might blow my family up over sleeping with you.”

“Foolish to think it could ever make up for it?” Ingrid joked. “Sorry. I am sure it wasn’t worth it.”

Ingrid was a dream curled up under a blanket, sitting in the moonlight. I couldn’t shake how beautiful her hair was tucked behind her ears or how she looked at me. This was more than just a one-night stand. I was hung up. I ran my hand through her hair.

“It was well worth it,” I said. You were wonderful, and itwas tremendous.”

“It was a disaster.”

“Why? Are you saying that because you didn’t enjoy it or because you think I didn’t?”

“It required a clean-up crew. By the way, you owned mad points for helping. That was… unexpected.”

“Well, I like to surprise a woman,” I chuckled.

“No, it was good for me—better than I probably could have asked for. I guessed I’d have someone who would fumble through things with me. I wasn’t expecting what you gave me.”

“And that was?”

“Fabulous sex,” Ingrid said, leaning in to kiss me.

I shouldn’t kiss her out here. It was risky, but Ingrid was irresistible. She gripped my hair tight, and our tongues tangled. There was already an ease to kissing her you didn’t get with a random hookup. She breathed deeply and pulled back, a look of satisfaction crossing her face.

“You are devilish,” I said.

“And you love it. If I were a good girl, you’d be miserable, wouldn’t you?” Ingrid bit her lip the way that drove me up a wall.

“I would, yes. I don’t like well-behaved women. I prefer mine wild and demanding.”

I kissed Ingrid again. She reacted by pulling me back onto the couch. I pressed her down, unable to resist. The risk only made the reward even hotter. I moved my hand to her breasts and then down to her shorts. I slowly slid my hand into them. She wasn’t wearing knickers.

“You don’t have any knickers on?” I asked.

“I told you I was a bad girl.”

“You planned for this?”

“I didn’t, no,” she giggled. “I slept in the nude and didn’t bother to put any on as I came out here. I was just being lazy.”

“I like lazy in this instance,” I agreed.

Ingrid let out a little moan as I kissed her neck. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

“I want to. It’s pitch black. No one can see. Everyone is distracted. It will be fine.”

I wanted to take her like this above deck. The urge for danger was too strong. I owed her a good grovel.

Bad Choices

INGRID

Keir kissed me, pressing my body into the couch. Physically, I was ready. It was as if when he kissed me, I couldn’t help but bend to him. Or was it even bending to his will? Was he not here to please me? We had an unspoken agreement. He pleasured me first—always taking care of me before he got to have me. And with his fingers rubbing against my clit, I got wetter and wetter. It was overwhelming.

“Have you ever done this out here?” I laughed. “Above deck is a bad idea, Keir.”

I was protesting and knew we shouldn’t do this here, but I felt naughty. Naughty felt good.

“No. It’d be a first,” Keir said. “But I’d like to.”

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