Page 50 of Broken Crown

“So be a good girl and go to your private suite to find it.But don’t open it until you FaceTime me back.I want to look at you when you do.”

Excitement bubbles inside me.And not the kind of excitement a kid experiences on Christmas morning.

It’s the kind of excitement that has my core clenching, my pulse quickening.

“Yes, sir,” I say sweetly, then hang up the phone, jumping to my feet.

I fight the urge to sprint out of my office and toward my private quarters, remaining as calm as possible, especially when my butler greets me as I enter the living room, asking if I’d like any tea brought up to my suite.

I can’t think about tea right now.Not until I know what Creed hid in my gym bag.

So instead, I tell him I need some time to myself and that I’m not to be disturbed until Archie arrives to take me to tonight’s event, which he reminds me is in less than an hour.

Hurrying into my bedroom, I close and lock the door behind me, doing a quick check of my reflection in the full-length mirror before finding my gym bag.

As promised, there’s a medium-sized box wrapped in white paper with a red bow.I hadn’t even noticed him sneak anything into it.Then again, I was too preoccupied with the intense workout he put me through before he had to get to the airfield.

Toeing off my shoes, I bring the box to my bed and hit Creed’s contact in my phone to initiate a video chat with him.

He answers almost right away, his face filling my screen.His dark eyes are weary from traveling all day, a soft smile curling on his full lips.It’s only been twelve hours since I last saw him, but the sight of him reminds me how much I’ve missed him in those twelve hours, especially when I thought I wouldn’t see him for an entire month.

“Did you find it?”he asks without greeting.

I climb onto the bed, and use one of my pillows to prop up my phone, lifting the box so he can see.

“Good.”He smirks, his pupils dilating briefly, making me think this box probably doesn’t contain a bible.“Open it.”

Biting my lower lip, I do as he asks, pulling the ribbon and lifting the top off the box.When I push back the tissue, my eyes bulge.

“Is that what I think it is?”

With a seductive gleam, he slowly nods.“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about our conversation a few weeks ago.How you’ve resorted to hand- and battery-powered orgasms because of our…situation.”

“And what does this have to do with that?”

I lift the curved vibrator out of the box.It’s different from the one I typically use.Instead of being long, this one is U-shaped with one side thicker than the other, the thinnest part at the curve.It’s almost as if it were designed this way to allow someone to wear it as they go about their day.

In fact, I think that’s exactly why it was designed this way.

“Turn the power on, but don’t use the remote control to start it.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I follow his request, moisture pooling between my thighs.I show him the toy so he can see it’s on, his gaze lingering on me.

“Good girl.”

A shiver of awareness cascades through my body from those two words.I’ll do whatever he asks if he keeps calling me his good girl in that raspy tone.

“Now what?”I ask, my mouth growing dry in anticipation.

“I want you to put it on.”

Electricity heats my veins, desire pooling low in my belly.I steal a quick glance at the clock, noting that I have about forty-five minutes until Archie will be here.Normally, I’d already be working on my hair and makeup.That’s what Ishouldbe doing.But looking presentable for this evening is the last thing on my mind right now.

Standing, I arrange my phone so Creed can see.With slow movements, I unzip my dress and leisurely slide the sleeves down my arms before pushing it past my hips, allowing it to pool in a pile on the floor.I unhook my bra, my panties joining the pile of clothes seconds later.

“God, I miss you,” Creed groans, the intensity in his stare scorching my skin.There’s lust within, but also so much devotion.

“I miss you, too.Even when you’re in the same country.I miss us.”

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