Page 79 of Princess of Pride
These three can be brutes. You wouldn’t know it from their suits and otherwise professional appearance. Wes has a couple inches on Lachlan, standing at six-four maybe. I imagine he’s just as built underneath his clothes. Their muscles are deceiving. Makes me wonder if Rory is hiding a six pack too.
We dine on several small courses. Bread with sweet butter, a pastry appetizer, an artful salad, another bread and different spread. The whole time, Lachlan has been inching his hand higher up my dress. So much so I have to scoot forward until my stomach touches the table so no one will know. I can’t exactly smack his hand away. I mean I could, but I don’t want to do that in his house in front of his family, staff, and friend who is being a bit difficult because of me.
Dinner is white fish with a cream sauce, artichoke, and sea asparagus. I taste wine and sage and find it absolutely divine. I also find it hard to sit still. Lachlan’s hand is under my dress now, and his finger is rubbing my very wet thong.
My breathing has shifted, and I feel flush. Damn Lachlan. He’s doing this to torture me for denying him and myself the pleasure of having him eat me out earlier.
Rory’s gaze narrows on me. “Your cheeks are red. You don’t have food allergies, do you?”
“No,” Lachlan answers.
I raise a brow at him and squeeze my thighs together, trying to crush his hand.
“You think I wouldn’t make it my business to know if my wife has food allergies?”
I set my napkin on the table and look at Rory. “Where can I find the bathroom—er, loo?” I test out their version of the word.
Lachlan grabs my crotch, giving my clit just enoughpressure that I squeal before he slides his hand away. “I’ll show you.”
I clear my throat and make sure my skirt is down before standing. “Directions are fine.”
“It’s a big castle.”
“We haven’t had dessert,” Rory says as Lachlan guides me by the hand from the room.
“I’m about to,” Lachlan murmurs for only me to hear.
Once we’re around the corner in a hallway I haven’t been down yet, he asks, “Do you really have to pee?”
I never imagined Lachlan would ask me that, but then he’s so controlling he probably wants to know all my bodily functions.
“I could tinkle.” I drank enough wine.
My choice of wording draws the response from him I love so much. A wide glistening-teeth smile that makes him look normal, relaxed, and approachable.
“Make it fast.” He shoves open a nearby door and nudges me inside.
Laughter bubbles up from me. The powder room is a tasteful blend of old and new. I barely pee then decide to use the bidet to be extra clean. I don’t love them, but they are efficient.
Lachlan takes my hand again the moment I step out and leads us a bit farther to a closed door. Inside is a large office with tall ceilings, dark wood furnishings, and deep blue accents.
“Yours?” I cut through the couch and chairs near the fireplace and walk to the desk situated by a row of windows, black with night. I bet they overlook the ocean.
“All of this is mine, including you.”
I let out a small laugh and trail my fingers across the top of his desk. “Why arewe here?”
“I want your legs where your fingers are—spread for me.”
Excitement courses through my already needy body.
I stop with my back to him and note the computer monitor, laptop, gold clock, pad of paper, pen, and a medallion that looks like the family crest. “Seems a bit crowded.”
He walks up behind me and presses his body to mine, his hard erection prodding my butt and lower back. He sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, one hand resting at my hip, and his mouth lowers to my ear. “I could always bend you over and fuck you instead.”
I almost say yes.
“But first…” Both his hands go to my hips with a firm grip, securing me to him. “You’re going to tell me what made you so upset earlier.” His breath fans my neck, and he kisses me softly.
