Page 21 of Royal Academy

But what could be more important than the minty breath that was caressing his face? Or the way she fit so perfectly into his arms like she was meant to be there. Her tone thighs wrapped around him had Nick envisioning scenarios where she wasn’t wearing anything at all. Her fingers had slid into his hair and her eyes were wide and questioning.

Why had he even come in here?

Why hadn’t he noticed how captivating she was?

Slowly he inched his way forward.

Her eyes darted from his to his lips and stayed. There was the slightest intake of breath and then she parted her lips in wonder.

A stronger man could have put her down, walked away, and gained some perspective. But Nick had been fighting these demons from the moment he had met Princess Amelia of Hazenbak. Surely one little taste wouldn’t hurt anything, at least that is what he told himself.

She pulled him closer and he didn’t resist as their breaths mingled and his stomach did summersaults. Was this what butterflies were supposed to feel like? Nick knew that there was supposed to be a reason that he pulled away.

But the moment she uttered that one word he was lost.

“Nick?”

It was more of a plea than anything else and he was powerless to resist it. His lips brushed hers in the tenderest of kisses. Once, twice, and then on the third he settled in. Going slow as not to frighten her, Nick marveled at the feel and taste of this woman.

Her cloying scent inflamed him and her sweet minty breath had him clamoring to taste more to get inside her mouth. His hands tightened on her hips, digging into the firm globes of her ass.

Her ankles dug into his back and spurred him onward. Nick nipped at her lips, begging for more and Lia opened for him. She was hesitant, innocent, and that sent such a raging heat of desire through him that he could hardly think.

Her mouth parted and he tasted the real her, heady and sensuous, her tongue tentatively began to stroke his. Nick wasn’t sure of a time that his cock had ever been harder. The longer they kissed the deeper he fell into her spell.

She was becoming bolder, she moved more aggressive as she tasted him, got to know what it was like to be worshiped by his mouth. Her body rocked against him, tight nipples against his chest and her heated core against his abs.

They needed to be naked, he needed to be inside of her. Why were they wearing so many clothes? His hands slipped into the waistband of her underwear just as a loud knock sounded at the door.

It was more effective than a bucket full of ice water.

Lia snapped back, lips red and swollen. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was decidedly mussed. She looked like she had been making out. They had just been making out.

Lia scrambled off of him and called out, “Just a second!”

“It’s Dr. Fuzzenbomb,” the Dean called out. “Do you have a moment?”

Lia looked over at Nick. The impressive bulge in his pants was a glaring indicator of what was going on.

“Put something on!” he hissed and motioned to her bottom half.

“Right!” Lia turned around and grabbed the skinny jeans from the chair. The moment she bent over to stick a leg in Nick was groaning softly.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he muttered.

She turned in confusion but hadn’t gotten her feet situated and the next thing she knew she had landed on her ass with a loud thump.

“Is everything okay in there?” the Dean called out.

Nick was holding back laughter as Lia wrestled with her pants.

“Yes, Dr. Fuzzenbomb, it was the cat,” Lia replied and finally zipped up her jeans and buttoned them.

Hank gave Nick and Lia a nasty glare and decided to move under the bed.

“You need to hide,” Lia hissed.

Nick’s eyes bulged, “Where?”

She shrugged, “Under the bed?”

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