Page 103 of Red King
“Do I?” He steeples his hands under his chin.
“Um…yes.” I roll my eyes. “You should know it. I come every single time you’re inside me, and without fail. Thank god for insulation, or we would have been caught a long time ago. Yes, okay. I love having your cock inside me. I’ve never come so damned hard and so often in all my life.”
He leans back in his chair, looking both relaxed and uptight. I don’t know how he does that.
“Well, then?”
“Well then, what?” I shrug.
“If you’re having a good time, we shouldn’t stop just yet. I’m not ready to stop. If you’re still enjoying yourself, then we should keep seeing each other, at least—”
“I just told you that a third of the Tributes—”
He shrugs a shoulder. “I know what you told me, but I don’t care. They can wait. They’re not going anywhere.”
I snort-laugh. “They might. You never know. There are more candidates.”
“That’s fine, too. Let them date the others. I’m willing to bet you that most of them will wait it out. There’s still plenty of time.”
I all-out laugh. “The arrogance. Can you hear yourself? I really think we should end this soon. Cathy will start to get suspicious. I’m shocked she hasn’t figured it out yet. Sally must know.”
“Sally will never utter so much as a word. She’s my most loyal—”
“Cathy would shout it from the rooftops. She still thinks you’re interested in her, by the way. She’s told me several times that she’s caught you looking at her with interest.”
“It’s not her I’m looking at.”
“I know that, and you know that, but it’s a problem. You said you would be more careful.”
“Iambeing more careful. I can’t help it that you wore that cocktail dress again last night. The one that showcases your tits…and your legs. The one that makes your eyes stand out…and your hair, too. That’s not my fault, Paisley.”
I giggle. He’s so damned cute. “We’re going to get caught.”
“Bullshit! Let’s keep seeing each other until the end of the week, and then I’ll start dating the Tributes.” He sounds like it’s going to be the most difficult task he’s ever had to endure. Like he’d rather eat hot coals, and I’m secretly glad.
I’m happy he feels that way, which is wrong, wrong, wrong! Even more reason to stop this madness.
“Okay.” I lick my lips. “Just until the end of the week.” I look down at the agenda because I can’t remember what else there was to discuss. “Oh, yes, the demonstration is all set for tomorrow. Thorn and Steel gave their approval. We get to see you all shift and fly. I doubt that anyone will run this time.”
“Let’s hope not.” He levels me with a sexy stare.
“What?”
“Did you give my idea some thought?”
I giggle. “Yes, and I’m not doing it.”
“It’ll be fun,” he insists. “Come on, Paisley.”
“It’ll get us caught. What happened to being discreet?”
“Slip away during the demonstration. No one will be paying any attention to you. They’ll be too busy looking up at us.”
“It’s a recipe for disaster.” I laugh. I have to admit that there is some appeal to sneaking away to meet Arctic and almost under everyone’s noses.
“It’s not. It’ll be fine. Slip away, and I will meet you in the little forest next to the field, behind the big boulder. It’s very secluded.”
“So that we can have outdoor sex?” I sound incredulous because it’s crazy talk. “What about your security detail?”
