Page 25 of The Prince's Secret Daughter
“A secure computer was delivered. Why don’t you do your research while I make some calls?” he suggested.
Helen hesitated, then nodded. Her movements were a bit jerky, but she moved towards the sofa and perched on the edge.
Raj watched her for a moment, thinking that Helen looked delectable. In the past, he would have walked over and started nibbling on Helen’s neck, whispering all the things he wanted to do to her into her ear. She would turn and give him that sultry smile and they would have been in bed and naked within moments.
Not on the agenda now, he reminded himself.
“I’ll be in the office down the hall if you need me for anything,” he told her. Then Raj shoved his hands into his pockets and headed for the door. For a moment, he wondered if she would be more comfortable in the office. But when he turned back to look at her, Helen had already snuggled into the thick cushions of the sofa, her fingers flying over the keyboard.
Raj wanted to know what she was looking up, but the intense concentration on her face warned him that she was already hard at work. He didn’t want to distract her so he forced his feet to carry him to the office.
Chapter 22
“Momma! Your foot is slipping! You have to keep your foot on the blue dot!”
Helen groaned, then peered under her arm at her daughter. Angela was sitting with her legs crossed beside the Twister plastic mat with the spinner thing on her lap. Angela and Raj had played several rounds of Twister, laughing hysterically whenever Helen called out a color and whichever limb needed to touch it. The three of them had laughed at the contortions required until Angela had fallen on her hip.
Then Angela had decreed that it was Helen and Raj’s turn while she spun the dial.
“I think she’s making up the directions,” Raj grumbled as he fought to maintain his left hand on the yellow dot while his right hand stayed on the green dot and both his feet balanced precariously on blue dots.
“I think you’re right,” Helen growled.
“Left hand on blue!” Angela called out, grinning with such mischievousness that Helen was almost certain her daughter was doing it on purpose.
Helen wasn’t laughing any longer. She was in danger of falling right on Raj. Every time he or she moved , their bodies touched. It wasn’t just arms and legs though. It was breasts and shoulders, stomachs, and she’d even had a happy brush of her arm against Raj’s firm butt. Until Angela had called out a new dot-hand requirement.
“Right foot to yellow!” she called out.
Raj groaned, looking around before his eyes settled on Helen’s. “I don’t think it’s going to work,” he admitted.
Helen immediately shook her head, trying to warn him not to shift, but he was already moving his foot. The only way he could manage the new position was for his leg to slide between hers. Helen tried to plead with him not to do it. But Raj’s tongue peeked between his lips as he concentrated on moving just one foot to a yellow spot on the slippery, plastic sheet.
And that was all it took. One moment, the two of them were precariously balanced, then the next moment, Raj accidentally touched her thigh and…they came tumbling down in a heap. Raj somehow managed to grab her, catching her so that she landed on him instead of the harder floor. But this new position meant that their bodies were touching in every possible way.
Helen held her breath as she felt Raj’s thigh press against her core. She was so aroused, it would take very little to send her over the edge.
Raj must have realized how close she was, or maybe it was because he was obviously aroused as well, but he held her hips very still, not moving himself for a long moment.
Helen and Raj stayed like that, neither moving as they both tried to figure out how to extricate themselves from this position without arousing the other person further.
“Hello!” Angela sing-songed, her adorable face appearing in between Raj and Helen’s as she glanced at herparents. “I think dinner is ready.” She said that last part in a whisper, as if it were some sort of secret.
But Angela’s adorable face quickly disappeared. Helen heard her daughter running for the dining room table, asking the butler questions about what was being served.
Helen slowly, carefully, pulled her legs and arms away from Raj’s body. She heard a groan at one point, but Helen wasn’t sure if the sound came from her or him. When they were finally separated, she turned, looking at Raj. He stilled, their eyes meeting. Both knew how close they’d both been to something important, but neither could speak about it.
Once again, it was Angela that broke the tension of the moment.
“Momma! We’re having pizza for dinner! And there’s no broccoli on it!”
Helen might have smiled, but she was too aroused to focus. She turned, pushing onto her hands and knees, then upwards again until she was on her feet. When she looked down at Raj, he was watching her every movement and…yes, there was a very obvious sign that he was just as aroused as she was.
“I’ll go help her for a moment,” Helen whispered, then rushed over to the table. She was just in time to stop Angela from dragging the entire pepperoni and cheese pizza onto her plate.
“Just one slice, honey,” she warned her daughter, putting one piece on Angela’s plate, then pouring milk into her cup. “Slow down, honey. You know you’re not supposed to eat until everyone is served.
Any other time, Helen might have laughed at her daughter’s adorable expression of indignant impatience, but Helen was too aware of Raj as he stood up and walked slowly over to the table. She couldn’t stop her glance at his groin area to find out if he’d gotten that part of him under control. He had, but he gave her a “Don’t you dare” glance when their eyes met.
