Page 62 of Fit for a King

“You may enter,” I said, dropping my hand before realizing I was still in my towel.

Even though I’d dismissed Noah and the rest of the staff for the evening, he was still in his livery—or maybe he’d just quickly thrown it on when Paul came calling, since his hair was still damp, like he’d showered recently too.

Either way, Noah was a beautiful sight as he stepped inside, giving me a long once-over.

He looked up at me and said, “What can I do for you…Your Majesty?”

“I put him to bed already.” I started toward him. “But there are a few things I need that require your assistance.”

He reached out and traced the top of the towel where it wrapped around my waist. “I’m at your service, sir. Always.”

His hazel eyes twinkled as we reached for each other at the same time, our mouths meeting and hands moving everywhere in an effort to get closer. After we’d arrived at our accommodations for the evening, it’d been a flurry of activity that kept us apart, and having him back in my arms now felt like coming home.

His lips were soft but hungry, and my cock stirred as I licked inside his mouth for more of him. I threaded my fingers through the wet strands of his hair while his strong hands traveled up my bare back, kneading my muscles as he pulled me in closer against him.

“I missed you,” I said.

“I was with you all day.”

“Not like this.”

Noah brushed his lips over mine. “No. Not like this.”

He angled his head and kissed me, deeper this time, and I reached between us to unbutton his vest. When I got it free, I started on his shirt, but Noah pulled back, glancing at the door.

“We can’t… Your guards⁠—”

“Won’t say a word.”

“They might tell Baxter or⁠—”

“No one,” I said, curling my finger into the front of his pants and pulling him back to me. “Unlike the rest of the staff, my guards are sworn to secrecy. You were never here.”

Noah searched my eyes, his breathing heavy, like he was hoping I was telling the truth but scared about all the what-ifs.

Fuck the what-ifs. I was king.

“If you want to leave, I won’t hold it against you,” I said, but the words were barely out of my mouth before he shook his head.

“No. God, no. I don’t want to leave. I just don’t want to jeopardize you…” His voice trailed off as I unbuttoned his pants.

“Trust me,” I whispered. “Be with me.”

Noah’s eyes closed as he leaned into the kiss, slowly at first, still cautious—but as the urgency of our mouths grew, so did our hands, removing every obstacle between us as fast as we could. Gone was my towel, his uniform, all of it heaps of clothes on the floor when we finally pulled apart—and saw each other for the first time.

Naked. Hard. Ready to take this further without any more hesitation.

He was the first to move, cradling my face as he kissed me. The urgency and desire radiating off him made my body tremble as I smoothed my hands around his hips to his spectacular ass.

I hummed as his cock rubbed up against mine, the delicious friction making my pulse race as he walked me back toward the enormous bed in the center of the room.

The silk of the opulent duvet tickled the backs of my thighs as they came into contact, and Noah gently urged me up onto the mattress.

I reluctantly let him go, shifting so I could move up the center of the bed, all the while keeping my eyes locked on the gorgeous man standing proud and naked at the end of it, his eyes fixed on me, his dick in hand.

Gone was any trace of the nervous, unsure footman I’d met weeks ago, and in his place was a man who knew exactly what he wanted and had finally been given the permission to take it.

I lounged back on the bed, the mountain of pillows behind me propping me up so I could see every glorious inch of the thick cock Noah was stroking, and I reached for my own.