Page 36 of The Royals Upstairs


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No! Not here, not where they can see you.

I pull away, breathing so hard that it hurts, and press my hands against his shirt.

“We can’t do this here,” I say before taking another step backward and doing up my robe. Funny, I had meant to say that we can’t do this at all, and yet…

He stares at me, nodding slowly. His mouth is wet, his lids are heavy, and the scent of testosterone, pheromones, and lust permeates the night air.

Wordlessly he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the house. Once inside he lets go and slips silently down the hallway with me right behind him. I have exactly ten seconds to decide what to do next, because he’s already opening the door to his room and giving me a look that makes my toes curl in anticipation. I could easily go up the stairs and to my room, try to sleep, forget this whole kiss ever happened. But I can’t do that now, not when my body has taken the reins, pushing all logic to the side. I know what I want—it’s what I’ve always wanted, and I’m going to get it.

I step inside his room. It’s dark and he doesn’t turn on the lights, but it looks similar to mine. Same bed, dresser, desk, closet, but his place is much tidier than mine. While I’m taking it in, his eyes are taking me in.

We’re silent. There’s no use for small talk now. We’re both committed. Instead he just stares at me, his eyes moving over my body so hungrily that I feel like I’m on fire.

I kick off my slippers. My fingers tremble as I undo the tie to my robe, and then I let it fall off my shoulders, pooling onto the floor around my feet, leaving me standing before him in just my white silk nightgown. His eyes move down my body, swallowing the sight of me, the muscles in his jaw working. I take another step toward him, closing the space between us, and his hands come up, cupping my face, his fingers pressing into my cheeks. He leans in, his mouth searching mine, his kiss rough, desperate, matching the feeling I have inside me, like all these weeks of pretending I felt nothing for him are finally roaring out of me.

I put my hands on his chest, my body pressed up against his, and he makes a noise in his throat.

“I want you, love,” he says against my mouth, trailing kisses down my chin, over my throat, his hands tugging at the straps of my nightgown. I push my fingers into his hair, down his back, tugging him against me hard, kissing him like I’m trying to crawl inside him, to see what it’s like to feel his heart beating, his blood rushing through his veins. He pulls my nightgown off in one motion, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the floor. I’m in just my bra and underwear now, cursing myself for wearing beige granny panties, but as I stand in front of him, his eyes hungry and gleaming in the dark, I don’t think he cares.

“Oh Christ,” he whispers, his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back onto the bed. He straddles me, his elbows on either side of my head, his fingers sinking into my hair. I shiver beneath him, my hands moving over his shoulders, trying to pull off his jacket. He pulls back and quickly shucks his jacket off, then I push up his white shirt, undoing the buttons so quickly that he laughs. He helps me out and pulls it off, throwing it onto the floor. Then he undoes his pants, pushing them down and kicking them to the side, until he’s standing at the foot of the bed in just his boxer briefs.

He is as gorgeous as I have imagined. The planes of his body are coiled and strong, his muscles tense and his eyes burning with need. His skin is pale in the dark, but it shows off each taut line, hard and strong, and I pause when my eyes reach his package, his dick outlined against his gray boxer briefs. His hands go to his waist, and I struggle to breathe as he pushes his boxer briefs down his hips and steps out of them.

Holy hell.

He’s hard and thick, his cock jutting out proudly, the tip shining with moisture. I instinctively lick my lips, which brings out an arrogant grin, like he knows just how gorgeous he is. I mean, look at him. Of course he knows it.

He climbs back onto the bed, his cock bumping against my thigh, and I moan, my hands coming up, caressing his shoulders and back as he looms over me. He leans in and kisses me, his mouth taking mine, then he moves down my neck with soft, wet kisses.

I run my fingers over his chest, his muscles tight and flexing. “I’ve wanted you for weeks, and I didn’t know what to do about it…” I begin, my voice hoarse.

“Shh,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose, then my lips, then my chin. “Shh. You have me now.” He brushes his mouth over my jaw, then comes down to my neck and presses his lips against my rapidly beating pulse. He kisses me there, his mouth on my skin making me shiver and arch my back. He travels lower, over my chest, and my breath catches in my throat as he pulls back my bra and takes a nipple into his mouth.

He’s sucking it, pressing it between his teeth and flicking his tongue against it, sending electricity through my body. My back bows, the pleasure nearly unbearable, and I moan and whimper as he sucks me, his teeth sinking into my skin, making me gasp. A hand slowly travels over my body, and he pauses as he reaches my stomach, his hand resting on my belly for a second. I look down, watching as his hand trails south, my hips rocking against him. He’s touching me, teasing me, his mouth suckling my breast, and then he moves again, his hand going to my hip and sliding beneath my panties. I moan, arching my back, pressing up against his hand, wanting more, wanting his mouth and his fingers to do whatever they want to my body.

He groans, his fingers hooking into my panties, and he pulls them down my legs. I lift one leg up as he takes them off, draped around my ankle, and he slides his hand up my inner thigh. My breath catches in my throat, and I bite my bottom lip until it hurts, my eyes falling closed as a finger brushes against my clit, making me twitch and shudder.

Fuck me. I can’t believe he’s touching me.

He slides his finger along my wetness, his mouth back on my breast, and my hands clutch at the sheets, pulling back the soft fabric. His mouth travels over my breast, his tongue licking the tender skin, his teeth nipping me, his fingers stroking my clit, and I’m moaning his name, begging him to be inside me, to stop teasing me. I’m whimpering, buried in desire, his hands driving all thought out of my mind.

I feel like I’m spinning out of control. Like I’m tumbling, falling faster than I can handle. His fingers slide over my wetness, his lips pressing kisses over my chest before his mouth returns to mine, kissing me hard and tasting like my heated skin. His cock presses into my thigh, thick and hard, like I can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of him. I moan into his mouth, and he lets out a sound, low and desperate, his lips moving to my neck, sucking and kissing and licking, making me whimper, making me writhe beneath him.

He moves lower, down to my breasts, and he covers one with one hand, massaging it, his thumb moving over my nipple, teasing it and making it painfully hard, his fingers pinching and pulling it until I’m moaning, rocking my hips against him.

“Patience, Laila,” he whispers against my neck. “Let me taste you.”

With his warm, wide hands he spreads my legs. He shifts over me, his mouth moving down my body, over my stomach, tongue sliding over my hip bones. Then he abruptly moves, pushing my legs open wider, his mouth on the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, kissing and sucking until my eyes roll back in my head. I whimper with need as he pushes my legs farther apart, opening me up for him.

“You have such a beautiful cunt, love,” he whispers against my skin, and I nearly come from just the sound of it. “So pink. So wet.”

Fire. From my cheeks to my core to my pussy, I am pure molten fire now, flames fanned by his dirty talk.

“I need you inside me,” I whisper hoarsely. “Now.”

He laughs, his breath hot and wet. “Oh, do you?”

I nod, my eyes falling closed, my head falling back. “Fuck me, James,” I whisper.

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