Page 2 of Prince Un-Charming

“This isn’t an ideal match,” I whisper, watching how her expressions change with each slight flick of my thumb. “And I know that you wouldn’t be loyal to me. I’ve heard the rumors about you and what’s-his-name.”

Imelda giggles. Then she clenches her jaw as her hand rests over mine. My fingers move more quickly this time around, prompting small gasps from her lips every now and then.

“They don’t mean anything.” Imelda swallows hard. “Why should I be loyal to you if you’re not willing to do the same?”

My eyes narrow at that. “Because I haven’t been promised to anyone yet.”

“Do you expect me to believe that the playboy act will stop the moment your father betroths you to some so-called noble lady?” Her tongue swipes along her bottom lip. Her back arches against the cubicle wall, while her fingernails claw into my skin. “I doubt it.”

“You don’t know what I’ll do.” My reputation precedes me. Not in a good way.

What no one knows about me is that for the right woman, I’m willing to change. Unfortunately, I haven’t found her yet. Most noble girls have a long line of men waiting to spend a night underneath their dress. The ones that don’t are already happily betrothed.

As I drop my gaze down lower, Imelda is tugging at her skirt. I help her by shoving it down her legs. She kicks it off quickly, but as she tries to get my shirt off, I stop her.

Imelda furrows her brows, moaning loudly as my finger teases her entrance. “Why don’t you take off your clothes?”

“We’re in a tight space. I don’t have time for all that.” Still, my hand trails down between my legs, fiddling with my zipper. “We have to make this quick.”

“Okay.”

Wrapping her hands around my neck, she pulls me in for another makeout session. This time, the sensations overwhelm me. The scent of her perfume, the sharp edges of her nails, the tiny noises she makes. Her breathing becomes quick and shallow. Her dilated pupils stare at me intensely.

“I need you now, Caesar,” she begs.

“It would be rude to keep a lady waiting.”

The bulge in my pants is becoming difficult to ignore. My eyes trail down to her breasts and how they’re straining against the fabric of her blouse with each breath.

Soon enough, my fingers are undoing each button until her bra is visible. “I don’t do this sort of thing with everyone,” she half-pants, half-moans.

“What makes me so special?”

“You’re…” Imelda’s breath hitches loudly as I sink my fingers into her. Afraid that she’s about to collapse on me, I press her against the wall and keep my knee between her open legs. “You’re you. You’re divine.”

I chuckle. “You’ve got a fine way with words.”

“And you’re such a tease that you turn slow deprivation into an art form.”

There’s something incredible about watching the way a woman squirms and moans underneath my hands before I give her what she wants.

If we had enough space, I would have gotten down on my knees and tasted her with my tongue.

I don’t stop until the woman I’m with is on the brink of madness. Only then do I satisfy her cravings. But Imelda brings a fire of her own. She chases what she wants until it’s hers.

She reaches out, bunching the fabric of my shirt within her fists as she grinds on me. She slips her tongue into my mouth effortlessly, and I allow her to dominate the make-out session for the moment. Moans slip out of her mouth as my hand trails down her back to her ass.

“Remember what I said, Imelda? We have to be quick. And quiet.”

She makes a small sound of defeat in response. Imelda has never been one to keep quiet in the bedroom or anywhere else, which can be a blessing and a curse.

“Get to it, then,” she replies brusquely, reaching down to find the zipper of my pants. She tugs on it so fiercely I worry she’s going to start literally ripping our clothes if I don’t heed her commands.

“You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you tonight, Caesar.”

Those lovely words do wonders for my ego. They’re enough to make some of my hair stand on end.

“You did a good job of hiding it, Imelda. I had no idea you wanted this until you followed me into this bathroom.”

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