Page 56 of A Royal Disaster
“No more teasing,” he whispered, squeezing her hip.
Elena nodded in agreement and he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. She cried out, her pussy gripping him tight as he began to move, plunging into her over and over again as his fingers circled her clit.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” she moaned, her hips rolling back to meet him thrust for thrust. “This feels so good. You really do have a great scepter.”
“I’m glad you like it, but you know what they say. It’s all in how you wield it.”
“Wield away,” she panted, “just don’t stop fucking me.”
Christ, he liked it when she talked dirty in bed. Almost as much as he liked the sound of his body slapping against her perky ass.
Bollocks.
If she didn’t come soon, he was going to lose control. The tension at the base of his spine was nearing the point of no return, and his balls were so tight he wasn’t sure they’d ever return to normal.
“Come for me, love. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours come all over my cock.”
Elena nodded and rocked against him, her fingernails digging into the headboard. He stroked her clit faster, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts as his body prepared for release. She cried out, her body clenching down on his as he gave a final thrust. Lightning raced up his spine, the intensity of the orgasm blurring his vision as he gave himself over to the pleasure that slammed through his body like a tidal wave.
Limbs trembling, he held her close, brushing his lips across her bare shoulder as they rode out the aftershocks together.
Afterward, they lay in bed, utterly spent, a tangle of limbs and flesh, their bodies exhausted. Liam propped himself up on one elbow. Elena’s back was to him and he couldn’t read her expression, but it was now or never.
“Have dinner with me Friday night,” he said, brushing the silky strands of hair from her shoulder and trailing a finger down her spine. She had a beautiful back, the skin soft, smooth, and unmarred. It didn’t hurt that it tapered to such a perfectly round ass.
“Of course,” she said, leaning into his touch. “What did you have in mind?”
“The Caridoso embassy.” He paused, hating the way her spine stiffened at the prospect of a formal affair and knowing his next words would only make it worse. “In Washington.”
Elena turned her head and narrowed her eyes. He’d known she’d balk at the invitation, which was why he’d held off on asking until the last minute. Less time for her to worry about all the things that could go wrong, which, admittedly, was a long list. “Well played, Your Highness, well played. Seduction before sacrifice?”
He smirked, loving the way she called him out without hesitation. “What can I say?” he asked, kissing her neck. “I’m a skilled negotiator.”
“What was that you said?” she asked, cupping a hand to her ear. “Skilled manipulator?”
He pinched her ass, earning a husky laugh.
Damn, he loved that sound.
“There’s only one problem,” Elena said, snuggling in closer and tucking herself flush against him as her eyes drifted shut. “I have nothing to wear.”
Royals and Artists and Caridosoans…Oh My!
There’s nothing better than getting an exclusive, so…you’re welcome. We have it on good authority HRH has invited MEM to dinner at the Caridoso embassy. (Granted, our source is only 99.9% sure the invitation’s been extended, but if it’s good enough for a paternity test, it’s good enough for us.) We know what you’re thinking, what’s the big deal?
The big deal is he’s taking MEM as a plus-one on official business. At a foreign embassy. With actual foreign dignitaries. That’s an honor typically reserved for spouses, betrothed, and, well, you get the idea.
It’s a bold move given MEM’s, shall we say…colorful history. Look, we wish the happy couple all the best, but we haven’t forgotten their first date. You know, the one that ended with HRH looking like a walking buffet and picking shrimp off his royal bits? (God bless the internet for that little gem!)
With MEM on the guest list, is it any wonder HRH wants to keep this dinner under wraps? We think not. Still, a source close to the couple says MEM’s hot mess express is only half the reason for the whole cloak-and-dagger act. We hear Their Majesties aren’t exactly thrilled HRH has been gallivanting all over the city with a common American artist. Rumor has it they’ve given HRH until the end of the month to get his affairs in order and then mummy and daddy are dragging his royal arse back across the pond where they can keep closer tabs on his…relations.
Could this be the end of Willena, and more importantly, can she get through dinner at the embassy without bringing down the house?
Chapter Seventeen
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m having second thoughts about dinner,” Liam said, desire flaring in his eyes as he looked her over from head to toe. He didn’t seem to notice the shouted questions of the paps who’d taken up permanent residence outside the studio. She’d gotten so good at ignoring them, she almost forgot they were there, and in that moment, it was just the two of them. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Lena said, a slow flush creeping over her cheeks as flashbulbs lit up the night. As much as she appreciated the compliment, she had to admit the women at Bergdorf’s had done all the heavy lifting. The stylist had helped her select a royal blue sheath dress, which she’d expertly paired with a black leather wrap belt and matching kitten heels. It was understated and elegant but still held an edge of Lena’s personal style. And in the ninth-floor salon, they’d twisted her hair back in an elegant chignon worthy of the Duchess of Cambridge and done her makeup in nude shades that made her dark eyes look impossibly large. She’d never admit it aloud, but she’d felt a bit like royalty as the women had fussed over her. The best part was that despite all the little changes, she still felt like herself.
