Page 15 of My Fated Alpha: The Royals

But I have to.

You can’t be serious.Her tone was incredulous and hysterical, and she found herself gripping the edge of the round table. She needed something to hold on to, in case...things happened.

His fingers moved inside and grazed her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched.We’re in a cake shop, milord!

It’s okay.His voice was harsh, but when she looked at him, he looked entirely relaxed. And then he called for a waiter—-

Are you crazy?Her manners completely failed Soleil now, she was so aghast at what he had just done. She was frozen in her seat as the waiter came to them, and all she could think about was the marquis’ fingers stroking her inner thigh, just inches away from the suddenly aching flesh between her legs.

The marquis ordered a cup of coffee for him and asked for today’s papers.

“Right away, sir,” the waiter said eagerly.

But he didn’t leave.

Dear Lord, why wasn’t he leaving?

“Yes?” The marquis raised a brow.

“May I just say, sir, you have been my idol since I was a schoolboy,” the waiter declared fervently. “I am terribly honored, terribly, milord, to serve you.” He bowed. “Terribly.”

Stop him from bowing,she cried out.He might see what you’re doing under the table!

The marquis’ lips suddenly compressed, as if repressing a smile.

I’m serious!

Ilie cleared his throat. “I am humbled by your, err, devotion. Thank you—-”

“Henry, milord.”

“But your real name is?” Most employers required their employees to call themselves Henry, for expediency’s sake.

“Godfrey, milord.”

Ilie almost winced, and despite everything, Soleil had to fight back a smile, too.Godfrey.It had to be that name, which meant ‘peace of God.’ Someone named after God, devoted to a half-demon.

The irony, Soleil thought, and this time she failed at keeping the smile off her face.

Stop smiling,Ilie commanded her in his mind while out loud, he told the waiter, “Well, thank you...” He forced himself to say the boy’s name.“Godfrey.”

When the waiter left, Soleil started giggling, and though he knew she was laughingathim, he could not feel angry at all. To see her this happy, and over such a simple thing, was a revelation, and it made her a hundred times more beautiful.

Beautiful,he thought again,and hot.

Her laughter was a seductive melody that caressed his senses, and his hunger for her became fiercer and more demanding.There was no way she would be leaving this place, Ilie thought,without tasting pleasure in his hands.

“Milady,” he said softly. When she looked up, he told her, “Please start reading your book again.”

She looked at him suspiciously. “Why?”

Because you’ll need an excuse to hide your face when I do this—-

His fingers touched the slit between her folds, which were slightly wet and swollen.

Oh my God! She scrambled to get the book and opened it—-

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