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“Oh, Elin,” Ingrid gasped, now gripping Elin’s hair a little harder than she’d been doing just a second before.

“May I?” Elin asked.

“Yes. Everything. Everything you want,” Ingrid said.

Elin licked her slowly at first. Ingrid’s legs wobbled a little, but Elin knew she’d come quickly. She held on to Ingrid’s waist and sucked hard. When Ingrid moaned, Elin squirmed, her own clit begging for another release. Ingrid’s clit was swollen and ready, and Elin wanted to hear her scream when she came this time. She moved her hand between Ingrid’s legs, letting her fingertip just hover at Ingrid’s entrance, but before she could slide inside, Ingrid’s hips thrust against Elin’s face.

“Fuck! Oh, my God! Elin!”

Elin continued to suck until Ingrid tapped her shoulder rapidly. She pulled back and stared up at Ingrid, who was flushed and sexy. Ingrid nearly fell to the floor, but Elin held her around the waist, and Ingrid slid to it instead. Elin wanted to smile becauseshe’djust done that to her, but she didn’t because Ingrid’s hands were reaching for Elin’s panties. Ingrid then pulled them off quickly, and before Elin even knew it, Ingrid’s head was between her legs, yanking on Elin’s legs until her center was at the edge of the sofa, providing her better access.

“Oh, yes!” Elin grasped Ingrid’s head and encouraged her on. “Ingrid, yes!”

She couldn’t roll her head back or close her eyes; she needed to watch every moment of this, take it all in. Ingrid Olson was going down on her while she sat on her sitting room sofa, legs spread, watching Ingrid’s head bob as she sucked. If there were any kind of national emergency right now, whoever came through that door would get quite a show. Of course, that would mean Elin was able to hold on longer, and she wasn’t – she was coming.

“Ingrid, yes! Yes, God!”

She’d imagined this moment countless times: Ingrid’s head between her legs. Her own between Ingrid’s. She came at the reality, though, becausethiswas actually happening.

“Will you come up here?” Elin asked, running her hands through Ingrid’s hair.

“Where, exactly?” Ingrid smiled.

“Straddle me,” Elin replied.

Ingrid did, and Elin pulled her down for a kiss, loving how they could taste each other on their lips. Their tongues stroked. Their hands moved, gliding across now-damp skin. Elin slipped her own between Ingrid’s legs and then inside her. Ingrid didn’t stop kissing her. She just moved up and down on Elin’s fingers; slow, at first, and then a little faster. Elin held on to her waist as Ingrid took off, rocking forward and back, lifting up and pressing hard back down. Elin sucked a nipple into her mouth, kissed Ingrid’s neck, and then flicked her clit with her thumb until Ingrid came above her. Ingrid moved slower and then slower still until she finally stopped and stared down at Elin, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” Elin said when Ingrid couldn’t finish her sentence.

“I don’t want to move,” Ingrid said, still breathing hard.

“Then, don’t. Stay forever,” Elin replied, pressing her lips between Ingrid’s breasts.

“In this spot? Won’t your hand cramp up eventually?” Ingrid teased, kissing Elin’s jaw when Elin looked up at her.

“I don’t care.”

“We can move to the bed,” Ingrid suggested, kissing her lips. “And do this again.”

“Ingrid, I love you,” she said without hesitation. “I love you. I’ve loved you for three years, since the moment I first laid eyes on you. I love you.”

Ingrid’s expression changed. She turned more serious, but she didn’t say anything. Then, she kissed Elin again.

CHAPTER 35

Ingrid hadn’t said it. Why hadn’t she said it back? She felt it. She loved her; she knew that. She’d known it before last night, but after last night, she’dknownit. The way Elin had looked at her in the elevator, standing there, slowly removing her clothes for Ingrid, had almost made Ingrid come without being touched. Then, feeling Elin pressed to her for the first time and understanding how important that moment was almost made her confess her feelings before Elin had even gotten the chance. After Elin had said it, though, something hit Ingrid.

She was in the Queen’s suite. They’d just made love for the first time and then, technically, the second time, and there would likely be a third and many more times after that. Elin’s father’s words entered her brain: they’d have to come out to be considered official to everyone else; she’d have to quit her job. Her family would be put under a microscope, including the biological father she didn’t talk to anymore. They’d likely have a timeline for their engagement and then, their wedding. It would be a huge affair that the whole country would watch on TV, and the rest of the world might even tune in. She’d be Queen Consort of Norway. She’d have obligations. She knew Elin didn’t want children now, but she could change her mind if her father continued to pressure her…

‘No.’Ingrid shook her head.‘That wasn’t Elin. That wasn’t her Elin – Elin knew what she wanted and didn’t want; she wouldn’t let anyone talk her into something like that.’

“Well, hi there,” Lillian said.

“Oh, shit!” Ingrid wrapped the towel tighter around herself.

“I see we’re no longer using the more formal ‘Her Royal Highness’ now that you’ve slept with my sister, huh?”

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