Page 43 of A Royal Disaster
Her nostrils flared. She tossed her dark hair over her shoulders and planted her hands on his chest. “I want you to fuck me, Liam. I’ve wanted it since the moment you first trespassed on my property, and I’m tired of fighting it.” She rolled her hips deliberately, and this time he could see the certainty flash in her eyes. “I want your lips, your hands, your cock. I need to feel every inch of you inside me.”
It was the sexiest damn consent he’d ever heard, and he could no more deny her request than he could deny the desire that pulsed through his body.
She leaned forward, as if to kiss him, and took his lower lip between her teeth, biting down gently before releasing it. “And unlike that bank over there,” she said, nodding toward the mess on the floor, “I’m not going to break.”
Bloody fucking hell.
He hadn’t pegged Elena for a dirty talker. His dick grew painfully hard at her words, and it was all he could do not to throw her down on the desk and bury himself between her thighs.
“You, Elena Murphy, are full of surprises,” he said, drawing a steadying breath. “The very best kind.”
In reply, she leaned forward and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth as she ran her fingers over his jawline. When she tilted her head to get a better angle, deepening the kiss, he skimmed his hands up her torso and alongside her breasts. They were full and heavy and he splayed his fingers, letting his thumbs brush lightly across her hardened nipples. Then he slid his hands back down and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt, quickly yanking it up and over her head to reveal a sheer lace bra that did nothing to hide the rosy peaks below.
He unhooked the bra and tossed it to the floor as he took her right nipple in his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue as he explored her breasts with his hands, memorizing every silky inch of her. Elena arched her back and sighed, encouraging him to continue his exploration even as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Her skin was as soft and creamy as he’d imagined, and the scent of lavender clung to her like morning dew. He licked and sucked and nipped his way from her right breast to the left, unable to satisfy his hunger.
When he took the trail of kisses north, devouring the flesh of her shoulder and neck, he discovered a ticklish spot behind her left ear. Elena squealed and quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. He hated to break it to her, but she could scream as loud as she wanted. Jack and Ethan had most certainly guessed what they were up to and likely didn’t give a damn.
Gripping Elena’s hips, he lifted her from his lap and onto the edge of the desk. It was hard to believe such a tiny body could contain such a large personality, but it was one of the things he liked best about her, and not just because he’d discovered she liked to talk dirty during sex.
When he reached for the waistband of her leggings, Elena lifted her ass so he could pull them down over her thighs. He took her underwear too, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable before him.
“This seems a bit unfair,” she said, eying his pants. “Off with them.”
“All in due time,” he promised, spreading her thighs and taking her left foot in his hands. He massaged the arch of her foot, earning a soft moan of satisfaction as he worked his way up her leg, stopping just short of her sex. Then he switched to the other leg, peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh as he kneaded his way north.
Elena wriggled on the desk, biting her lower lip. He hadn’t even touched her pussy, but she was already wet, her folds slick under the bright lights of the office. Enough fucking around. He needed to touch her, taste her, please her. He hooked her knees over his shoulders, and her thighs trembled, but she watched as he dipped his head and gave one long, torturous lick up her center.
She made a sound halfway between a moan and a hum and it reverberated through his body like a shot. He was so goddamn hard it was all he could do not to stroke himself.
But this was about Elena’s pleasure, so he dipped his head again, this time gently circling her clit with his tongue. She arched her back, giving him better access, and he increased the pressure, brushing kisses on her most intimate parts and working her with his tongue. Her hips began to rock in earnest and he slipped a finger inside, hooking it back toward her clit as he pushed her toward climax.
“Ay bendito,” Elena cried. “That feels…que rico. I’m going to come.”
Thank Christ. The pressure at the base of his spine was almost unbearable, his cock straining for release as he stroked her with increasing fervor, desperate to feel her come on his tongue, to hear her cry his name.
Elena didn’t disappoint—could never disappoint—and she cried his name as the orgasm rocked her body, her muscles clenching and convulsing around him as she rode out the aftershocks.
Liam pulled a condom from his wallet and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor as he tore open the packet and rolled the latex over his cock. His balls were throbbing, and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled Elena back to the edge of the desk and positioned himself at her opening.
She curled one hand behind his neck and drew him in for a kiss, her lips moving over his languidly as her free hand stroked his abdomen, exploring every ridge and dip as if committing them to memory. His nerves were on fire, and every gentle caress was its own sweet hell.
When he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt with one smooth motion, she cried out, throwing her head back so that her dark hair spilled over her shoulders in waves. And in that moment of reckless abandon, she was fucking beautiful.
The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Christ,” he panted, sweat trickling down his brow. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“It’s been a while,” Elena said, meeting his gaze and rocking her hips slowly. In the full light of the office, there was no room for modesty, but she didn’t seem to mind. There was no shyness, no worry. Just the intimacy of the act itself, which seemed to grow as they locked eyes, bodies moving in unison as they took pleasure from each other.
When she increased the pace, raking her nails down his back, he gave up any pretense of taking it slow. They had too much chemistry, and after weeks of ignoring the simmering tension between them, it was impossible to hold back. Their hips crashed together as they raced toward oblivion and this time, when Elena spiraled over the edge, he was right behind her, his vision blurring as the intense orgasm sent shockwaves rippling through his body.
Is Willena Leveling Up?
Willena was spotted getting cozy at East Village Art and guys… We’re. Here. For. It. Who’d have thought, right? We’re the first to admit we were skeptical. After all, MEM is toting some serious baggage, but one look at the pics from Willena’s community outreach class and even our stone-cold hearts felt the thaw. (Seriously, how cute are they with all those little rug rats?)
Rumor has it HRH (America’s favorite royal) has been a good influence on MEM, encouraging her to embrace the community and exorcise her demons through philanthropic and charitable endeavors. Sources close to the couple have been tight-lipped (douchey exes notwithstanding), but we have to believe this is a sign things are getting serious between HRH and MEM.
After all, it’s no secret that any princess worth her tiara has a list of charitable works as long as her misogynistic hemline. (Sorry ladies, but I think we can all agree that mandating knee-length skirts for royals is so last century.) MEM may have some catching up to do (and hemlines to lower), but we have a feeling with HRH at her side, pedigree won’t be an issue (even if she is a decade too late for a proper society debut).
