Page 20 of Heartbreaker

He drops to his knees—at least I think so—because he’s nuzzling the small of my back. The scruff of his beard is rough against my skin but I like it. It’s part of him, his touch, the way he makes me feel, and my body is in a heightened state of awareness.

I start to reach back, to touch him, to feel him, to discern the way he’s touching me, but he stops me.

“Hands. On. The.Wall.”

I’m not religious but the barked order makes me a believer of something. Maybe the cult of Royal.

Because I’ll do anything he asks.

“Don’tmove.”

Like I even could.

He runs a hand along my side, pausing to cup and squeeze one ass cheek as he presses light kisses along the bumps of my spine.

“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, letting his mouth travel lower.

He kisses my hip, the outside of my thigh, and then takes a gentle bite of my ass. No one’s ever done anything like this before, and the sensations feel so good that I’m rooted in place. A whimper escapes me as he pulls away and I both feel and hear the vibration of his chuckle.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” A beat, his hand trailing lower. “As long as you don’t move.”

One edge of my underwear slides down, then the other, and it takes all of my self-control not to wiggle. Not to jut out my backside to get more friction, more of a connection.

I want him so much I can barely breathe.

But I’m also not naive.

“You have a condom?” I ask in a rush. “If not?—”

“Of course.” The bossy growl is gone and my heart squeezes as I realize he’s letting me know I’m safe. “I would never do anything to hurt you. Physically or otherwise.”

I somehow already knew that—because he wouldn’t be here if I didn’t—but it’s nice to hear the words.

And it makes me want him that much more.

He presses something cool and scratchy against my side and I glance down, spying the familiar square packet. “Condom. Right here for when we need it. Okay?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Now spread your legs, baby.”

I move my feet apart and he nudges at the inside of my thigh. “More.”

How is it that I’m equal parts aroused and embarrassed? He’s staring at the crack of my ass and my vagina. His mouth—oh sweet Jesus—is in the most amazing place, doing something that can only be described as magical. It only takes a few flicks of his tongue before it takes too much effort to hold up my head and my forehead hits the wall.

“Royal…” His name is a whisper on my lips but he hears me. Fingers dig into my hip, holding me firmly in place as he continues sliding his tongue up toward a place no one has ever touched like this. I want to fidget, say something to stop him, but I can’t.

I don’t really want to. Whatever he wants to do, I’m going to let him.

I don’t know why.

All I know is how good it feels.

Using his mouth and hand, he’s got me spread open, and I feel like a veritable feast.

It’s both wicked and deeply satisfying in a way I’ve never experienced before.

When he slides his tongue inside of me, a moan escapes that I can’t hold back. He follows with a finger and it’s even better in this position than when we’d been in the limo. My feet move even wider apart, giving him better access, and he adds a second finger, scissoring them lightly.

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