Page 127 of Royally Benevolent

“More. I’m so close,” she gasped in ragged French.

I wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life. She deserved it. As she writhed, so close to climax, I increased the rhythm of my tongue and fingers until I heard her scream my name and pulse around my fingers half a dozen times. Her legs twitched around my ears, then fell to the side. I emerged from between her legs, not distracted by her beautiful, flushed face.Mission accomplished.

I parted her legs with my body gently, minding her ankle. Pressing my cock to her dripping-wet entrance, I kissed her. We didn’t need to say anything to know we were back together in all ways. We were too good together to ignore it.

“Wyatt, we need a condom,” Odette said. “I… I haven’t been reliable with my birth control since we broke up. It’s a bad idea.”

“Oh, fuck, you’re right,” I said.

“I could get you off, though,” Odette said.

“You don’t owe?—”

“I want to do it,” Odette said. “Promise.”

I knew she’d been put on before, so I was cautious about her offering to get me off. Her sneaky grin as I rolled on my back suggested she’d have plenty of fun. Odette took my cock in her right hand, wasting no time as she bent to lick the head. I threw my head back and shuddered as she took me in her mouth. To this day, it amazed me herex managed to get such good head and didn’t bend over backwards to please her.

As I played with her hair, I said, “You are so good at this, Odette. I love you.”

She pulled back. “This is me being selfish and needing you, not love.”

It was dirty talk. It still surprised me in the best way.

“Well, then get to work,” I chuckled.

I wouldn’t last long, something she must have known. As she pumped my shaft in combination with her mouth bobbing, she pressed her tongue against the head. It always did the trick. It was by far the best blow job I’d ever had.

“Fuck,” I said.

Odette pulled back, resting her jaw. “I don’t want you to finish in my mouth.”

“Oh?” I asked.

“Cum on my ass,” Odette said.

“You want me to own you, Princess?”

“Yes, please,” Odette rolled onto her stomach.

I knelt next to her. She watched me as I rolled my hand up and down my slick cock and gripped her round ass. I came on her lower back, thinking about taking her over the desk in my office. Turning back to Odette’s face, I caught her with a slight grin, biting her lip.

I smacked her ass. “You’re very naughty indeed, Odette Deschamps.”

74

THE LAST WORD

WYATT

Asking my assistant to grab a suitcase of clothes and “supplies” wasn’t high on my list. Thankfully, he never said much about grabbing a stash of condoms from the side table in my bedroom. I hadn’t touched them since the night before Theo’s birthday, but I needed to restock them for future endeavours. Stephen, a saint, was keen to pitch in to help Odette and her family. Neandians were loyal, if nothing else.

He arrived with the bag shortly before Mom and Theo came from the States. Queen Alexandra allocated a room for Mom. Theo would sleep on the couch in Odette and Ingrid’s sitting room to keep him close. I knew he wouldn’t sleep in a guest room, and there was no way we’d keep him in bed with us even if he fell asleep there.

“I appreciate this so much,” I said as Stephen appeared at the service entrance. “Do you want to stay for coffee or anything? I am sure Odette would be fine with that?”

“No, I’m good. Busy cancelling and rescheduling all of your business. What should I say to that?”

“That there has been a death in the family,” I answered. “Be honest.”

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