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I shot her a cocky grin.
“It’ll cost you,” I said softly.
She crossed her arms over her chest, but it just pushed her breasts up, making them look even more inviting.
“What?”
“Ten kisses,” I replied.
“You’re mad,” she scoffed.
“Anywhere I want.”
“And delusional. I will not kiss you again, Your Highness.”
“That’s alright, Rani Sa. I meant that I want to drop ten kisses on any part of your body that I like in exchange for my services as lady’s maid.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped, and I smiled again. At least, she hadn’t shot down my idea. If anything, she looked intrigued.
“But you are the Rani Sa of Trikhera. Now and forever. How about those kisses? I’ll make it easy for you, babe. I won’t kiss you on the lips until you beg me to.”
“Pfft! I will never beg you to kiss me, Your Highness,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“You’re on! Challenge accepted.”
“What? No! I didn’t mean…”
“Too late,” I said, turning her around to face the mirror.
She looked flushed with desire and furious as she met my eyes in the mirror.
“Fine,” she hissed. “Do your worst. I will never beg you to kiss me.”
I merely smiled as I pushed her braid out of the way and undid the hooks on her tight blouse deftly. She took a deep, relieved breath as soon as her blouse opened up.
“Thank you,” she muttered.
“The pleasure was all mine. Now, about those kisses?”
Diya shrugged and her blouse slipped off her shoulder, revealing a maroon lacy bra.
“Like I said, do your worst,” she invited.
I tugged at the gold tie that held her braid together and began to undo the tight braid.
“What… what are you doing?” she sputtered. “I didn’t say you could play with my hair. Drop your kisses and get out!”
“Well, you didn’t say I couldn’t play with your hair. Isn’t the tight braid giving you a headache? Let me help you with it,” I murmured into her ear, as my fingers worked to undo the long braid.
She shivered in response and bent her head a little. I undid the braid all the way to the top and paused to pull out the million hairpins holding the flowers braided into her hair. Her hair smelled like jasmine and roses, and it was intoxicating. I spread her hair out with my fingers and gently massaged Diya’s scalp. She groaned in response and slowly, her hunched shoulders relaxed under the ministrations of my fingers.
I pushed her hair out of the way and nuzzled the side of her neck, enjoying the shudders that wracked her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and drew her closer pressing my erection into her butt as I nibbled at the skin under her ear.
“That’s one,” she said shakily.
“Not even close,” I replied. “That wasn’t a kiss.”
“Well, get on with it, then,” she complained. “I want to go to bed.”
