Page 73 of Resisting Royal

When she pulled away, I used my hand to pull her hip into mine. “Might?”

She rolled her eyes upward like she was thinking about it. “Okay, it’s working a little.”

“What? A little?” I wrapped her leg over my hip, granting myself room to tease her with my cock. She gasped at the contact and I grinned.

When she recovered from my touch, she sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. You win. It’s working.”

I rolled her over, pinning her body to the mattress with the weight of my own. Bringing my lips to her ear, I whispered, “I always win.” Then I bit down on the shell of her ear, hard enough for her to feel the delicious bite of pain, but soft enough to not draw blood.

Her legs snapped around my hips with a squeal as her hands half-heartedly batted at my chest.

I leaned into the crook of her neck and kissed. “You wished you always won. That was before marriage.”

“Is that so?” I bit her skin again, hoping it left a mark for the world to see she belonged to me.

“It is. Now I’m always right.” Her fingers played with the hair on my nape. The gesture had to be my new favorite thing in the world.

“I’ll let you believe that.” I dropped my hips low, swirling them to tease against her flesh, drawing a low moan from her throat.

“I don’t believe anything, I’m positive I’m right.” I nodded my head against her skin as I trailed kisses downward. “Are you going to get that?”

“Hmm?” I bit down on her nipple, and she thrashed underneath me.

Panting, she pulled my hair. “Your phone.”

I stopped and listened. Sure enough, my phone was ringing. “I’ll ignore it.”

The phone stopped, and I leaned down capturing her other nipple in mouth, swirling my tongue around it. The buzzing started back again, and she pulled my hair until I looked at her. “You better get it, I have to get to work soon anyway.”

“I could make it quick,” I promised.

She laughed. “I bet you can, but I wouldn’t have time for a shower.”

“The problem being?”

She pushed me away. “Royal, answer your damn phone and let me get ready for work.”

With a sigh, I forced my body away from hers and reached for the phone. It had stopped ringing, but I knew if Troy called twice consecutively, a third would soon follow. When it rang again, I clicked accept and brought the phone to my ear. “This better be good.”

When I arrived an hour later at my office, Troy had already sent a few volunteers to Roman’s ranch. Apparently, sometime after we left, one of Krank’s people had infiltrated the compound once again, slaughtering a few of Roman’s pups and leaving messages with their blood.

Roman wasn’t scared about the threat, only irked. But Emma, well, she was more on the hysterical side, and that was reason enough for Roman to call us in the early hours and expedite our plans.

After the business was taken care of, I told Troy I wanted him to personally check in on Frank and report back to me when he was found. Then, we categorized things we needed to take care of for the week, as well as city licenses and codes we needed to make sure we were following in our construction sites. This job could be draining, long, boring as fuck. Especially when what I really wanted to do was be with Bianca. Correction, be inside of Bianca.

Troy snapped his fingers. “Earth to Royal. You there?”

I blinked, not realizing I’d spaced out on my thoughts. “Yeah, sorry. What?”

“I’m going to need some time off, here or there.”

I tilted my head to the side as I scratched the five o’clock shadow that already began to dust my jaw. “Why?”

Not like it mattered, he would always get it. “I lost another baby sitter.”

How the . . . “How the fuck did you lose another one?”

He held his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know, man. I pay well enough, and my kid’s close to a saint.”

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