Page 42 of A Royal Disaster
Emboldened, Lena pressed her body to his, savoring the feel of his cock against her belly. He was long and thick and she wanted nothing more than to take him in her mouth and show him that not everyone wanted something from him.
Some people enjoyed giving.
She slid a hand between their bodies, letting her nails rake over the hard muscles of his abdomen—which were every bit as sinful as she’d imagined—before she made quick work of his belt. Next came his zipper, which she dragged down slowly, relishing the way the sound reverberated through the quiet space, the promise of pleasure imminent.
Liam’s pants dropped to the floor, pooling unceremoniously around his ankles. Mouth watering, she took his cock in her hand, stroking the length of him through the soft, luxurious material of his boxers. Liam sucked in a breath that sounded a hell of a lot like approval, and Lena slipped her hand into his shorts, wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft.
Thunk!
Liam cursed a blue streak that would’ve made her Irish father blush, and Lena leaped back just in time to avoid getting clobbered by the clay bank that had fallen on his head. The bank hit the floor, shattering into a bazillion tiny pieces. Horrified, she slapped a hand over her mouth, gaze fixed on the top shelf where Jinx stood, eyes narrowed, flicking his tail in distaste.
“Ay Dios mío. I’m so sorry.”
“Did your cat just try to brain me?” Liam asked, rubbing his forehead where a red lump was quickly forming.
“Um, yes,” Lena admitted before turning to scold Jinx. When she was through, she offered Liam an apologetic smile. “I swear he’s never done anything like that before.”
Not the bodily injury part, anyway.
“Not one word of this to Jack and Ethan.” He glared at Jinx, who leaped regally from the shelf to the desk as if his actions were beyond reproach. “Christ. They’d never let me live it down.”
She could relate. It would be a long time before she forgave Jinx.
Lena scooped up the cat, opened the office door, and evicted the little cockblocker. Her heart sank when she noticed Liam had regained his pants, which hung low on his hips, the button undone. “Why don’t you sit down and let me take a look at that?” she said, gesturing to his head.
First aid trumped sex every day of the week.
“It’ll be fine,” he said, touching the lump gingerly. “Just smarts a bit.”
Ignoring his protest, she pulled out the old leather desk chair and waited. After a beat, he lowered himself gracefully onto the rolling death trap and Lena leaned in close to check the damage, doing her best to ignore his heated stare and focus on the swelling lump on his head.
The cut didn’t look too bad, but explaining the goose egg on his head was going to be another matter entirely.
She could only imagine what the press would say.
“Give me just a sec,” she said, glancing around. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got a first aid kit around here somewhere.”
“Forget about the first aid kit,” Liam said, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her down onto his lap so that she was straddling him, her thighs spread wide. “I’d much rather get back to the business at hand.”
“And what business would that be?” Lena asked, arching a brow and praying he couldn’t hear her heart slamming against her rib cage.
“Pleasure.”
…
Liam shifted Elena’s hips, sliding her closer so that their bodies were flush. He wanted her to feel his growing erection, because despite Jinx’s best efforts, he still wanted her just as desperately as he had five minutes ago. Hell, maybe the cat had done them a favor. They’d been going at each other in a blind frenzy, but now that he had his wits about him, he was determined to take it slow.
To give Elena every bit of pleasure he could lavish on her body.
She certainly deserved it. He’d had nearly two weeks to think about how he’d worship her body, and now that the time had finally come, he wouldn’t rush it. He would explore every curve, taste every inch, and bury himself so deep in her hot, wet pussy that she’d forget her own name, the stupid curse, and all the other bullshit he’d brought into her life.
She just had to say the word.
“Elena.” Her name was a low, raspy plea, as if it had been dragged up from the depths of his soul. She stared at him, utterly still, her body laced with tension. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since the moment we met,” he admitted, squeezing her hips and kneading the tender flesh with his thumbs. Her hips rocked in response, gliding up the length of his cock and creating a tortuous friction that ripped a groan from his throat. “I’ve dreamed of fucking you on this desk so many times I lost count, but you have to want it, too.” He paused. “Do you want it?”
“Yes.”
The whispered reply wasn’t nearly good enough. She had to be sure, had to want it as badly as he did because once they did this, there would be no turning back. “Say it, Elena. Tell me exactly what it is you want.”
