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“Not to be critical, but doesn’t he silence his phone during important meetings?” In fact, she assumed someone else always answered the king’s phone first.
“Ah, you’ve caught him out,” Raul said. “It was a ruse to cut the meeting short. His assistant called after thirty minutes because theportavoztends to be very verbose.”
She choked on a laugh. “Couldn’t he just say, ‘I’m the king, and I’m out of here’?”
Raul shook his head. “You have to use that line sparingly or people get pissed off. It’s better to have another meeting that you have to get to…which is usually the truth. However, that has never shut up theportavoz, so more drastic measures were required.”
“I’ll bet that your father secretly thought it was pretty funny,” she said.
“Possibly, but he couldn’t admit that to me. I got a sharp lecture, which I deserved.”
“Ask him now. He’ll confess that he loved it.” Being disciplined by your father was tough enough. Raul also got reprimanded by akingfor nothing more than a typical kid’s prank. That was like squashing a fly with an anvil.
Raul looked thoughtful. “He might.” Then he picked up his fork and stabbed the perfect square of brownie he’d cut, lifting it to Erica’s lips. “Time to finish dessert because we have better things to do afterward.”
The heat in his eyes flared over her skin, but regret also spiraled through her. He had given her another tantalizing glimpse of the man behind the royal façade, and she liked it, liked him. But now he wanted to shut down the conversation. Maybe that was safer for her. She was getting drawn into deep waters that threatened to swamp her resolve not to get any more involved with this enthralling man.
She took the bite of brownie off the fork with deliberate slowness, making sure some of the whipped cream got on her lips. She chewed and swallowed and then licked off the whipped cream with her gaze locked on his face.
“The hell with dessert,” he said, stacking the plates and champagne flutes on the tray before he shoved it onto the bedside table. “I want to taste you again.”
She started to unbutton the shirt, but he wrapped his fingers around one of her wrists. “Leave it on for now. I like knowing that my shirt is touching your skin. It’s almost like touching it myself.”
His words made her feel every place where the fabric brushed against her, so her nipples hardened.
“I’ll agree for now,” she said, “but it’s coming off soon because I prefer to have youractualhands on me.”
“Oh, you will have my hands, my mouth, and other parts of my body on you and in you,” he said, throwing off the sheet to reveal his erect cock, the carved muscles of his thighs and calves, and the high arches of his bare feet. Desire to touch and be touched by this man seared through her like a brushfire.
He rose onto his knees facing her, pulling her in for a long kiss that sent arousal coiling down into her belly. “Now lie back and let me feast on you.” His voice was a low purr.
Her breath caught, and she sank back onto the bed, uncurling her legs so they lay on either side of his knees. He ran his hands down over her breasts, pausing to briefly circle her aching nipples. She arched into the delicious friction of the cotton under his palms. He skimmed lower until he reached her thighs, sliding his fingers between them and pushing them apart before he crouched lower and lifted her knees onto his shoulders.
A flush raced up her neck and into her cheeks as he stared down at her most private place.
“Ay,I want to tongue you and fuck you at the same time,” he growled.
“How about alternating?” The idea made her even hotter.
His lips curled into a smile of pure lust. “That is creative thinking.” He leaned forward to yank open the drawer of thebedside table, pulling out another strip of condoms, ripping one off with his teeth, and rolling it on. “Which one first?” His eyes blazed. “Taste or fuck?”
“Tough choice.” She was already wet just at the idea. “Taste.”
He shifted his stance so that he could bury his face between her legs. When his tongue hit her clit, she almost levitated off the bed. “Oh, yes! There! Oh God, yes!” The friction and heat as he licked and sucked drove her arousal into high gear. “Now, fuck me!”
He pulled at her clit one more time, shooting sparks through her belly, before he shifted again to bring the head of his cock against her. Instead of thrusting hard, as she expected, he pushed into her slowly so she felt every inch.
“You are so wet, so ready,” he rasped, his gaze again on where they were connected. “You feel so good around me.”
Once he was fully inside her, he flexed his hips to grind against her sensitized clit, making her whole body jolt at the delicious contact. “Don’t come,” he ordered. “Not yet.”
He pulled out and slowly entered her again, letting her savor the stretch and fullness of his cock. It was exquisite, and it was torture because she was holding back her orgasm.
He withdrew and brought his mouth down on her again with a long, sucking kiss.
She bucked against him because she couldn’t stop herself. Her body craved release. “Oh God, you had better fuck me right now, because I’m going to come.”
This time, he drove into her hard and fast, triggering an explosion that sent electric pleasure racing to her fingertips and toes. She clenched around him over and over again, shouting his name.
