Page 39 of Royal Fling
August
“That didn’t know go half as bad as I thought it was going to go,” Luke said later that day.
We had finished dinner, and Luke and I were enjoying a tipple on the balcony while Fisayo and Paul cleared the table.
“What did you think was going to happen?” I asked with a smirk.
Luke glanced at me and then out into the view of London. He was so close, yet so far away. It was scary to think about it, actually. How attached I was getting after just one night.
But when I had come back from the office and had found Luke was gone, I couldn’tnotgo out and find him. Although first, I had to get through lunch with Mother and Teagan.
“Well, whatever it was, I wasn’t expecting them to get along, that’s for sure,” he said and took a sip of his scotch.
His Adam’s apple bobbed, and I licked my lips, stopping short of doing something silly like kissing him in front of his father and birth mother.
“And you’re upset about that?” I asked.
“No. No. I’m just… surprised, I guess,” he said.
He turned his head and watched my mouth for a few moments but didn’t say anything, yet I felt on fire.
“Do I have something in my teeth?” I asked, wiping my front teeth with my forefinger.
That made Luke laugh.
“No, Your Highness. Your teeth are perfect,” he said.
I usually disliked my title, disliked people using it on me instead of my name, especially after living a somewhat normal life in London.
But coming from his lips? There were things too dirty to even think of that I could do to him.
“Then what is it?”
He shrugged, his hand resting on the railing edged closer to mine, and he lifted his pinky to brush mine.
“Just... still having a hard time believing you’re real,” he said.
His minimal, ghostly touch shot shivers up my arm, and my breathing slowed. Even like that, barely touching, my body reacted to his. What kind of magic was this? What kind of chemical reaction?
“You can pinch me if you want,” I said, breaking the quiet between us and the city.
“Don’t give me any ideas, mister,” he said with hungry eyes and a naughty smirk.
I offered him my own smile, and the quiet surrounded us again in a comforting embrace. Luke turned to look at the view again, but I couldn’t find it in me to look anywhere but at him.
“Will you stay tonight?” I asked him.
“If you keep staring at me with those puppy eyes, my prince, I don’t think I’ll have a choice,” he said without turning to me.
Instead, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a sip, making me wish I were the glass he was holding so fondly.
“I like you calling me that,” I said.
“What? My prince?”
I nodded and he sipped some more before putting his glass on the railing and covering his hand with mine.
“My prince, I want to do dirty things to you all night,” he said, and my cock roused in my pants, desperate to be touched.
