Page 11 of A Queen's Game
Keyain shucked off his jacket and tossed it to the floor. Marietta drew him back to her mouth, working her fingers into the muscle of his back. Though she knew how large he was, she didn’t understand the extent of it until he was on top, thrusting his pelvis against her. Not uncomfortable, but also not the control she wanted.
“Sit up,” she demanded.
“What?”
“Sit up and take off your shirt.”
Keyain took a few calming breaths and pulled himself back. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and dropped it next to his coat.
The broad width of his shoulders extenuated the narrowness of his waist. Everything in between was hardened with muscle. Marietta’s gaze traveled lower to the bulge in his pants. “I see your sword is ready to be unsheathed,” she teased with her lips curling into a smirk.
“Really?” he said, his voice breathy. “That’s why you wanted me to sit up? To tease me about mysword?”
“Not at all.” Marietta pushed herself up and grabbed Keyain’s chin. “I want to be on top.”
Keyain returned her smirk and turned to lie back on the bed. “By all means.”
Marietta straddled him, splaying her hands across his broad chest. “But I am ever so curious.”
“About what?” he murmured, lifting his hips into her.
“What type of sword are we working with here? Is it a long sword? Maybe a broadsword?”
Keyain paused and gave her a look. “Seriously?”
She ran her hand down his stomach. “Maybe it’s only a dagger.”
“It’s bigger than that,” he said defensively.
“Hmm.” She ran her hand over his bulge. Keyain moaned as she rubbed, feeling the length of him. “Indeed you are. Perhaps it’s a bastard sword.”
“You are so difficult,” he said, shaking his head with a smile. “Why do you know so much about swords?”
Marietta sat back, undoing the first button of her blouse. With a hard swallow, Keyain’s gaze trailed her hands. “I told you: I’m in the business to know other people’s business. I’m a jack of all trades, and I know a master in at least one.”
“Isn’t the phrase ‘jack of all trades but a master of none?’”
“Traditionally, yes.” Her hands reached her navel, the silk parting to show her skin. Keyain drank in the view, his cheeks flushing. “Yet my worth is tied directly to who I know, so knowing one master in each trade is an asset.” She undid the last button and slid her blouse from her shoulders.
Keyain’s expression was pained as he stared at her chest. “This is hardly the time to talk about business.”
“Then don’t ask silly questions like why I would know about swords.” Her black curls tumbled onto her breasts. She played with the end of one, looking down at Keyain. “Now tell me, what is it that you want?”
“You.”
“You want me to fuck you, Keyain?”
He shuddered as she said his name, ending with a nod.
She leaned forward, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Marietta moved in to kiss him, stopping just so her lips brushed against his. “I need you to use your words.”
“Yes,” he said, breathless as his hands gripped her hips.
She laughed, dragging her teeth across his bottom lip before sitting back. “I’ll be happy to,” she said, toying with the ties of her pants. “But you’ll have to do some extra work.”
“Gladly.” He reached to undo them himself, but she pushed away his hands.
“Not what I meant. You can help with that another time.” She shifted to slide her pants down her legs. “Tonight, I’m in control.”
