Page 20 of Duchess Material

“You won’t get on it. You’ll get on the tube to go back to yours.”

“Ah, got it,” Ed said. “Okay. So, I’m walking back in the end?”

“I will be there already in hiding.” She took Ed by the hand, purse slung over her shoulder. “Follow me.”

She pulled Ed behind her, marching through the line of press and keeping her head down. She held onto his hand tight. Natalie was aware what she was doing. She knew there would be hell to pay the next day and the day after. However, she was about to do the thing. If Ed was sick of hiding, she would oblige him. He was a big boy.

Natalie pulled him as far as the car. The door opened and Ed almost went to walk away. She held his hand tight. Grabbing the collar of his shirt and wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him with abandon.

“Fuck,” he whispered, staring back at her.

“Be good,” Natalie said over the sound of the hooting photographers trying to rush them in the middle of the street.

“Be naked when I get there,” he whispered before stepping back.

Natalie was in her car and away on a wild goose chase. They took the motorway and lost the sole chasing car. They had figured she was headed home. They were wrong. Natalie looped back to Ed’s apartment, using the key he’d given her a few weeks before, to let herself in through the back. She climbed up to Ed’s first floor entry and unlocked the second door, making it in. Meanwhile, her security made themselves comfortable in the convenient ground floor apartment below his flat. Ed owned the entire building. He’d planned to rent it out. Instead, he was renting it to Natalie for a reduced price so she could visit whenever she wanted.

Natalie stripped her clothes and did as Ed asked so, when he finally made it, she was lying on the bed on her stomach, legs kicking playfully behind her, naked as the day she was born.

Ed smirked, taking her in. “I didn’t think you’d do it.”

“I follow orders, sir,” she laughed, flipping over and now lying on her back.

“What the fuck was that then?” Ed asked, shedding his shirt and trousers.

“You said you didn’t want to hide so I said, fine whatever, and here we are. You’re now dating a princess. Congratulations and welcome to the roving bonfire that is…”

He had jumped into bed and was now pulling her towards him.

“That is my life,” Natalie arched her back as he folded her legs around him and thrust inside her.

“Yeah… that’s your life?”

“It’s yours now, too, Edwin.” Her face flushed.

“I know. God, I want you so badly. I wanted this all night and you put me off and put me off.”

“Maybe I need a spanking then?” Natalie raised her eyebrows.

“Oh, you’ll get one,” Ed assured. “There will be plenty of retribution for your behaviour.”

She loved when Ed talked dirty. She lived for it as he held her wrists down. She pushed back, always struggling when she was close to keep it all in. He loved watching her get off. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and he kissed her as she began to come down again. It felt so good.

“Flip over and grab the foot of the bed,” Ed told her. Natalie followed his directions, ending up attached to the footboard looking slightly to her left at the mirror on his wardrobe. They were all on display. It was hot.

“You like to watch?” she asked.

“Two angles are better than none,” Ed replied.

He was fabulous. Ed may have been a man of few words except here where she leant him the illusion of control. She wanted to let him pleasure her, knowing her own satisfaction brought him all the happiness in the world. Ed, despite being full of talk, didn’t last much longer. He stopped, falling forward and then lightly biting her shoulder before rolling off the bed to deal with the nuisance was the ever-present prophylactic. They might have been able to snog in public like teenagers but there was no way around baby paranoia.

Ed kissed her when he returned. He was loving and sweet.

He wrapped her up in his arms and sighed, “What now?”

“Uh… we pretend everything is normal until the morning when my father calls and shouts at me about the inevitable.”

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