Page 38 of Desiring Them

“Yes, they are. But even if you hadn’t done the photo shoot, Sienna…” Aug’s eyes lifted to the air for a moment as he considered his response, “… I’m a public figure. A distant member of the royal family, and I own one of the biggest luxury hotel companies in Europe. Being involved with me will always bring some level of attention.” He lowered his voice. “But I can protect you from it all.”

I arched my eyebrows. “Involved with you? Since when am I involved with you?”

The tip of his nose nudged mine. “Since I fucked you on camera with your boyfriend watching.” His hand ran over the swell of my breast, down my side to my ass, and back up again. “I saw you flinch when they called you plus-sized.”

I scowled. “I’m a size twelve, dammit! I’m a woman with large breasts and an ass. What do they expect?”

“I don’t care what they think, and neither should you. You have two men who are hot for you, Sienna, and adore every inch of your curvy body. Who adoreyou.”

Aug’s breath was heavy with want as he kissed me deeply and with the hunger of a man who craved my body and my being. His tongue grazed mine and his teeth nibbled my bottom lip as one of his hands moved to cup the back of my head. My hands skimmed over his back, wishing I could feel his skin instead of his jacket.

Eventually, I broke the kiss to catch my breath. “So much for discretion.”

“I can’t resist you. I don’t want to fuck my personal chef. Do I want to fuck other people? Yes. Is your boyfriend one of them? Absolutely. But with you, Sienna, it feels different. I’ve only been with you once, and I want more of you. I feel a connection to you.”

“That would be lust you’re feeling.”

“No. It’s more than lust.” His shoulders heaved with the control that was close to breaking. “You drive me crazy in all the right and wrong ways. I shouldn’t care about you the way I do. I’m not the type of man who gets attached. I like my life the way it is. Or, at least I did. Now it’s not enough.”

“What are you saying?”

Aug squeezed his eyes closed. “I have legitimate feelings for you.”

I ran my hand along his neck to his cheek. “Feelings are good.”

“Feelings complicate things.”

I nodded. “They take work, but they’re worth it.”

Aug opened his eyes. He rested his forehead against mine and rubbed a ringlet of my dark hair between his fingers. “I’d ask you back to my house again if it wasn’t for the fact I have to go to a work meeting this evening.”

“It’s okay. You go to your work meeting. I have work of my own to do.”

He kissed me once more for a couple of moments. “Let me walk you out and call you a chauffeured car.” He took my hand, and we walked down the stairs.

“Achauffeuredcar? You mean an Uber, right?” I drew my cell phone out of my purse only to have Augustus rip it out of my hand. “Hey.”

He tucked it into the pocket of his jacket and withdrew his own. “You’re not getting an Uber. You’re better than an Uber.”

“I’m not better than anyone,” I said with a roll of my eyes.

“Yes, you are.” He lifted the phone to his ear. “Yes, I’d like a car to pick up Ms. Sienna Beachley at the jTV Studios in Hammersmith. Thank you.” As he hung up, he turned to me and asked, “When can I see you again?”

“I think the schedule says—”

“Forget the schedule. I don’t mean professionally.”

I felt his hand caressing my back.

“I’m not sure. I have a lot on my plate right now. I’ve landed the charity for the gala, but now I have to look into up-and-coming musical acts for the show.”

Aug tapped his mouth with one finger. “I may be able to help you with that.”

“How?”

Before he could answer, a fancy black Bentley was pulling up to the curb in front of us. Augustus opened the door for me. “Leave it with me.”

I wondered what he meant as he handed my cell back to me and guided me into the back seat of the car. His lips caressed mine before he closed the door and watched the car pull away.

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