Page 7 of Royally Scr*wed

And even if our first night as a married couple is nothing like we expected, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Because I’m here. With him.

Jude’s lips trail across my shoulder blades before he nips at the flesh on my neck then continues those potent kisses all the way down my body. My prince kneels at my feet, tapping my ankles. I lift one foot as a time and step out of my dress, ready to kick off my heels too.

“Leave them on,” he says, his voice gruff. “Open your legs, Charlie.”

I expected him to stand back up for whatever’s next. Instead he somehow angles his mouth between my legs, and he brushes my panties to the side. His tongue swipes against my sensitive flesh and then he inhales deeply.

Jude murmurs barely loud enough for me to hear him, “heaven and hell, baby. Heaven and hell.”

With more skill and precision then I ever thought possible, my husband expertly draws an orgasm out of me in record time. It’s the exact release I didn’t even realize I needed.

“Perfect,” he whispers against my skin as he stands. “Now I’m going to fuck you against the window so all of Rexford knows who you belong to.”

I gasp in shock as a shiver runs up my spine.

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

Jude guides me over to the closest window and presses my chest against the cool glass after he unhooks my bra and tosses it to the side. “Hands on the glass and don’t move,” he commands.

He might just be serious.

And I’m about to let him.

My nipples pebble from the chill as I place my hands on the window. I swallow hard. A thrill of excitement washes over me. I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, yet I can feel the arousal humming through my veins. Perhaps there’s even a sense of … pride or belonging, knowing that Jude is about claim me in such a public fashion.

What would the headlines say if one wrong person were to look up and see us right now?

Do I care?

I could say no. Tell him to stop. He would listen.

Maybe a better woman would be able to. Me? I don’t think I can ever deny him.

I could over think it forever except every thought in my head stops the moment Jude grabs ahold of the thin straps on my thong and presses inside me from behind with ease. No the only thing on my mind is how amazing he feels inside of me.

Who knew that sex was so fucking incredible? Here I thought it was all made up for the sake of fiction in those romance novels I love to read.

Jude wastes no time before he begins fucking me relentlessly.

All of the tension from the day melts away as he gives himself to me over and over with each thrust. Nothing else matters. It’s just me and Jude lost in the passion between us.

“I think someone likes the idea of being watched,” he growls in my ear, making me even wetter. “Don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I pant, refusing to tell him what he already knows simply for spite.

Jude likes being in control. And he seems to enjoy it when I’m a brat.

He rewards me with a smack on my ass and my pussy clenches. “Admit it, Charlie, you’re enjoying this. You’re enjoying being pressed against the glass while I fuck you. Knowing that at any minute someone can look up and see you. See me. Us. I can feel it Charlie,” he tugs on my hair, giving him better access to kiss my neck. “You’re so turned on right now.”

“Yes,” I gasp, completely giving into it all.

“That’s it baby.” He lets go of my hair and reaches around us to slip his hand between my hips and rub my clit.

My legs tremble and for a moment I think they may just give out from under me. “Oh fuck. Jude!”

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