Page 67 of Let's Get Naughty 2

“Yeah, sorry. I’m just a little bit nervous, I guess. It’s been a while since I’ve invited a guy inside after a date. Actually—until our date last night, it’s been a while since I’ve had one of those, too.”

“There’s no reason to be nervous. We can move at whatever speed you feel comfortable with.”

She smiles. “That’s also why I’m nervous—I know that we just met, and we should probably move slow, but I don’t want to. This feels right.”

My eyes flick back and forth, searching her face, and I can tell that she’s being sincere. Knowing that she wants this as much as I do turns me on. Before I can overthink it, I lean in and crush my lips against hers. This time she’s ready for it, and she parts her lips to allow my tongue to slide in and tangle with hers. I wrap my fingers in her wavy hair, gently tugging to position her head to allow me to deepen the kiss. She moans softly into my mouth, while her hand slides up my chest, gripping my shirt, pulling me closer.

Breaking my lips away from hers, I trail kisses down her neck to her shoulder, and she shivers. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” I mumble as I slide the fabric of her shirt out of the way to continue peppering her with kisses.

“Don’t stop,” Sarah says breathlessly. “I don’t want you to stop.”

I let my hands trail down to her waist, and slide my fingers into her pants. She hisses out a breath as my fingers brush against her sensitive spot on their way lower. I gently rub my fingers against her entrance. “Oh, fuck—you’re so wet.”

“I want you, Jeff.”

“Where’s your bedroom?” I ask impatiently.

“Down the hall on the left.”

I scoop her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, gently placing her on the bed when we get there. She wiggles out of her jeans and panties, tossing them to the floor, making me chuckle. “A little impatient?”

She grins. “Just saving you some work.”

“Ditch the shirt, too.” I remove my own clothes, and she quickly obliges. “That’s better,” I say as I let my gaze travel to her bare breasts. I watch as her eyes linger just below my waist. “Like what you see?”

“Mmm-hmm. Now, come here.”

I do as she says and slowly climb on top of her. I know that she’s already ready for me, so I waste no time. I line my cock up with her entrance and push in with one quick thrust. We both let out a small moan of pleasure at the new sensation. Once she’s had a moment to adjust to my intrusion, I begin to rock my hips against hers. Sarah hooks her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside. I let out a curse as she tightens around me. “You like that?” she asks.

“You have no idea how good that feels,” I groan as I crash my lips against hers for a passionate kiss.

I thrust into her again and again, trying to keep my rhythm steady, until she’s trembling beneath me. Her nails rake over my back—the feeling in reality even better than what I imagined—sending shivers up my spine. We shift position, the new angle allowing me to slide in deeper, making the sensations even better for both of us. “Jeff,” she gasps. When she cries out my name with her release, I lose all of my control that I’ve been holding onto, and my thrusts become quicker and more erratic until I’m calling out her name with my own release.

After a moment to regain our composure, I roll off of Sarah and collapse onto the bed next to her. “Wow,” she says happily beside me. “That was—incredible.”

I roll onto my side to face her and push a strand of hair off of her face. “I think you’re incredible, Sarah.”

“I think you are, too,” she whispers softly.

I hold her gaze for a moment before I decide that I need to tell her who I really am. I really should have told her before things ever got this far, but I selfishly didn’t want to risk losing her—although this has the potential to make me lose her anyway. Taking a deep breath, I take her hand in mine and hold it between us. “Sarah, there’s something that I need to tell you. I probably should have told you sooner, and for that, I’m sorry.”

A look of panic crosses her face. “Oh, no. Please don’t tell me that you’re married or something. That would be just my luck—the first time that I decide to do something crazy and sleep with someone that I’ve practically just met, and he turns out to be married.”

I squeeze her hand gently to reassure her. “Calm down—no, I’m not married. It’s nothing like that. It’s nothing bad either.”

“Okay, what is it then?”

“I haven’t been completely honest about who I really am.”

“You’re not Jeff Hastings?”

“I am—but my full name is Jeffrey Edward Samuel Hastings—the third—Prince of Rohemia.”

She stares at me for a minute, a look of amusement on her face. “You’re joking, right?”

I shake my head. “No, I’m afraid not. You can look me up on the internet if you want. Or ask Nigel—he’s my best friend—but also my bodyguard. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you when we first met.”

“Why didn’t you?”

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