Page 48 of Royal Charmer
I grunt, heat creeping up my neck. Here I am, trying to pull out the princely stops by not being crude, and she laughs. I slide the lights back on to maximum brightness. “Fuck,” I growl, and she jolts. “Do you alwaysfuckwith the lights out?”
“Y-yes.”
I gentle my voice as I lower the lights to half dim. “There.” Then I decide we’ve talked enough. “Take off your dressnow.” And, because I’m a gentleman, I strip too.
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Alice
Lucas strips in front of me. The reveal is so spectacular my grip slips from my dress and it drops to my hips. I forget about the light, forget about myself, forget everything. Blazer gone, bow tie and cummerbund gone, shirt gone.
I reach out with both hands, tracing the curves of his rounded shoulders. “Do you work out every day?”
He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it to the side. “First thing in the morning for an hour.”
“Then how do you keep up the nightlife?”
He pulls me flush against him, his heat searing me. “I nap.”
“You nap?” I echo in surprise.
“It’s a power nap,” he says defensively. “Very manly.”
“So you get these results in just an hour?” I pull back to trace the lines and ridges along his torso, from pecs to abs to the deep V at his waist.
“You like?” he drawls before slowly unbuckling his belt, the button, the zipper. My mouth goes dry as his dress pants and boxer briefs slide down and then off.
I glimpse his thick cock, gulp, and look up to his glittering aquamarine eyes. He is the definition of male beauty, and I am inawe.
I slide my hands around his waist and feel my way along his back, exploring more fantastic lines and ridges.
He turns to give me a better view, winking at me over his shoulder.
I guess I am ogling. “Well worth your efforts.” I can’t stop gazing at the spectacular view. “You’re so beautiful I almost want to take a picture to gaze at later.” I look up at him in question just in case that might be a go.
“So you can masturbate to it? Nope. You’re doing all your coming with me.”
His hand cups the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. My breath hitches. He gives my hair a tug, tipping my face up to his. “Enough looking,” he says before his mouth claims mine. And it is a claiming, a wild kiss full of need and raw hunger. I can do nothing but cling to him, overwhelmed by the kind of passion I’ve only dreamed about. His other hand slides to my ass, pressing me against him, making me ache. The world falls away. There is nothing but his taste, his scent, his hard body pressed against me.
My hands are all over him, my mouth just as hungry as I press close, needing closer, needing him inside me.
I tear my mouth away and kick off my pumps. “I want you so much.”
He makes short work of my bra and panties, and I wait impatiently for him to kiss me breathless again.
His eyes go dark, heated, as he takes in my naked body with open appreciation. He cups my jaw and kisses me. “So fucking sexy, Alice.”
“Ohhh,” I say on a soft sigh. “You too.”
He bends a little, and I think he’s about to kiss my breast, my nipples tightening in anticipation, but then he shocks me. I yelp as he scoops me off the ground, cradled in his arms, and carries me to the bed.
“Lucas! What are you doing?”
“Being romantic.”
“I don’t want you to hurt your back.”
He scoffs, all manly pride. “Why do I work out if not to carry a sexy woman to my bed?”
