Page 45 of Palace of Betrayal

A burning sensation in his chest made him sit up and rub his hand over his heart. It was the same feeling he got every time she mentioned Waggs or Mitch or any of the other men she was friendly with. She obviously cared about them, but the mere sound of their names made him want to go toe to toe with them and warn them that Bebe was his now and didn’t need them.

It was a childish and pathetic response and one he could hardly control, but he managed to for her. They’d made no promises to each other. In one way he was glad that she had people in her life who cared enough to have her back, but he recognised he wanted to be the one she turned to, now and always.

Rising from the bed, he headed for the bathroom, stopping when he saw the t-shirt she’d worn to bed the first few nights peeking out from under her pillow. He tore the fabric from under its hiding place and threw it into the hamper in the corner of the room. Moving to his drawers, he pulled out an old white cotton tee with his army unit on the front and replaced the one he’d discarded.

If she had to sleep in a tee, he was damn sure it wouldn’t be one that belonged to another man. Over his dead body would it touch her naked skin ever again, no matter how innocent she insisted it was. Although his absolute preference was her butt naked and pressed tight against him all night.

A smile of satisfaction pressed over his lips as he walked into the bathroom full of steam. The outline of her body in the shower stall made him hard as he opened the door, the steam flooding out as he stepped in behind her. His hand went around her front, pressing into her belly and he pulled her wet body against his own.

Arching her neck so she could see him over her shoulder, she dropped her hands from her hair and stroked a palm down his thigh.

“That was longer than three minutes.”

Leo kissed her neck, sucking lightly on the pulse point that beat faster at his touch. His fingers brushed over her pussy lips before sliding inside, swallowing the hiss of pleasure that fell from her lips with his kiss. He rolled his thumb over her clit as he finger fucked her into a shattering orgasm that made her knees give way.

“Sorry I kept you waiting.”

“I forgive you. In fact, if that’s how you say sorry, feel free to be as tardy as you wish.”

Turning, Bebe placed her hand on his chest, tracing the lines of his ink over the muscle on his chest before she dropped to her knees. She grasped his hard, aching shaft as she looked up at him, wetting her lips with her tongue.

His hand swept into her hair, pulling back on her head lightly, making her look up as he growled in pleasure at her touch.

“Suck my cock, Bebe. I want to see you take my dick in that sweet mouth.”

His words made her moan as she licked her tongue up the underside of his sensitive dick and engulfed him in her warm, wet heat.

His fingers tightened in her hair, his thighs burning with the tension not to lose control and fuck her throat like a wild man. The light sucking mixed with the harder bobbing of her head as she took him deeper into her throat almost made him lose his mind. Her hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them in her fingers as electric intensity zipped up his spine, warning him that he was going to come.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice gritty and deep from the pleasure riding him hard.

Bebe didn’t move away, she moaned around his dick, the vibration a sweet torture as she used the flat of her tongue to drive him insane. His back snapped straight, his knees locking as his climax hit him and he came down her throat. His free hand shot to the shower wall to keep him upright as she licked up every drop before releasing his spent cock with a pop.

Her smile was delicious and sultry and one of a woman satisfied with herself, and so she fucking should be. That had been the best head of his life, but he shouldn’t be surprised. Everything with her seemed to be the best of his life and he wondered how he’d move on from a woman like her or even if he wanted to.

Dispelling the thought, he hooked his hands under her arms and helped her stand before turning her away and grabbing the sponge. They spent the next fifteen minutes washing and caressing every inch of each other’s bodies until the water became lukewarm. He got out and wrapped her in a towel, before covering himself.

He liked this part as much as the sex. Taking care of someone was new to him. He’d never done it before and he found he enjoyed the intimacy of it. But again, he suspected it had more to do with the woman he was doing it with than anything else.

As she dried her hair in the vanity mirror, the towel drying her skin, he slipped into the bed they’d shared for the last few nights. His huge bed felt too big now when they ended up curled together in the middle by morning, their bodies entwined as if seeking each other out during the night.

“What?”

His eyes shot up from the arch of her shoulder to see her looking at him in the mirror, the dryer now silent and her hair a soft mass around her. “Just thinking how beautiful you are.”

Bebe rose and walked toward him, her towel pooling at her feet and causing arousal to lick through his blood like a fire. She placed a knee on the bed as he peeled back the covers for her and crawled to him, her body lithe and sensual like a cat, a damn sexy one.

As she settled her naked form against his, she placed her head on his chest as he cradled her in against his side.

“You aren’t too bad yourself. You know, for a prince and all.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you got a little something going on that does it for me.”

Leo smiled and he realised he’d smiled more in the last five days than he had in the last two years. “Well, I’m glad I do it for you.”

He settled them back against the pillows but turned when she shifted and pulled the t-shirt he’d placed under her pillow free.