Page 102 of Scarred Crown

When the four movers exchange skeptical glances, I say, “We have some very urgent royal business to discuss.”

One of the movers smirks, but he doesn’t say anything except offer me a salute and send an appraising glance Julia’s way. Suppose I’ll have to get used to other people thinking my wife is hot. Can’t decide if that’ll suck or not. Thank God she literally has my name tattooed on her body.

As the last one shuffles out, I snap the locks into place. When I turn to face Jules, there’s a wicked glint to her expression. I love it.

“Urgent royal business to discuss?” Jules widens her eyes in mock concern. “Did something come up?”

“There’s a rising concern.” I prowl toward her.

“Will it be hard to navigate?” She traces the ridge of my erection and gazes up at me.

“We’ve got to get some rocks off. You can handle that, can’t you?” I kiss her temple and feather kisses along her hairline. Her silky shirt floats around my hands, and I slip it over her head and toss it toward a chair.

“Mmm.” She undoes the button on my jeans and unzips my fly. “Probably needs my full attention to satisfy all parties.”

“The party is just a little lower,” I say when she traces the edge of my boxer briefs. I unsnap her bra and send it sailing toward her shirt.

She leans back to make eye contact. “The party is in your pants? That’s the best you could do?”

I lift her up and carry her to the bed, tossing her into the middle. “It’s a very fun party.”

She giggles and crawls back toward me on her hands and knees.

Fucking hell. My brain better be recording this in high resolution for later. I toss my shirt over my head, and when she meets me at the edge of the bed on her knees, I frame her face and kiss her. After being home with her for a week and getting to do this every spare moment, it’s still surreal. The dream has become the reality.

I’m a lucky fucker.

“I was worried,” Jules says, her voice breathless, “that the party might need some resuscitation.”

My lips quirk into a partial smile. Her comment could be offensive or lead into something else I’m definitely not turning down. “A little mouth to mouth might be in order.” I kiss her again.

“Mouth to mouth?” she murmurs.

“Mouth to dick might breed more success.”

She laughs and pushes my pants and boxers to the floor. “Mouth to dick? Could get explosive.”

“Here’s hoping.”

She’s still laughing when she eases me between her luscious lips, and within a few swirls of her tongue, neither of us is in a talking mood anymore. I’m grateful to her ponytail for the second time while I watch her slide up and down my shaft. The clear visual coupled with her rhythmic hand, mouth, and tongue, and I’m in danger of having a very short fuse today. As much as I love this, there’s nothing better than sinking into her and hearing her moan of satisfaction.

Then there’s the way she looks at me as though she’s exactly where she wants to be—under me, on top of me, backed up against me—her expression soothes the lingering ache I try to pretend isn’t there. Can’t spend fourteen years believing something and get over it in a week.

“Jules,” I hiss when she rolls her tongue along my tip. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”

“Isn’t that the point,” she murmurs before licking up my shaft.

I chuckle. “I think the party has moved to your pussy.”

“A pussy party?” Jules strokes me and kisses her way up my body and along my neck to my earlobe. “Sounds juicy.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” I push her back on the bed and make quick work of her skirt only to discover that she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Jules,” I groan and run my lips across her hip bones. “I’ll be walking around the palace with a permanent hardon if there’s a chance you’re panty-less under your skirts.”

“Perhaps we’ll run into each other in empty corridors a little more often,” she breathes out while her fingers dig into my hair.

She knows what’s coming, and I bet anticipation has made her soaking wet with need. I run a finger up her center and suck in a sharp breath. So wet.

“Please, Nick.” She squirms under my hands.