Page 153 of Reluctantly Rogue

"There’s a huge part of me who would very much like everyone to know the effect I have on you. That would love to have these palace halls echoing with the sound of you screaming my name," I tell her. "And there’s an equally big part of me that loves keeping that to myself and being the only person on the planet who knows what a naughty, sexy, dirty girl you are."

"I’ve replayed that night," she tells me, running her hands over my shoulders and down my arms. "The way you lifted me up against the wall and pinned me with your body. But it definitely goes further in my daydreams."

I stand swiftly from the stool and pick her up. She gives a delighted little squeak and wraps her legs around my waist. I stride toward the wall where I first pressed her. I trap her between the wall and my body, then kiss her deeply. Our tongues tangle and I squeeze her ass, then I drag my lips from her mouth and down her throat. I suck gently on the skin. I so badly want to mark her, but it has to be in places she can easily cover.

"I need to suck on your pretty tits and bite your thighs and make this pussy drip," I tell her gruffly. "But I would also love to unzip, pull these shorts and panties to the side, and just sink deep right now. I know you can take me hard and fast, Duchess. You put in a lot of work while we were gone getting this sweet pussy ready to take me over and over, and you’re going to feelallthe reward of that here at home."

She moans and writhes against me. "Do that. Now. I’m not wearing any panties."

I groan. "Naughty girl. Were you hoping to get fucked in this kitchen tonight?"

She laughs and some of the tightness in my chest that’s been there since we touched down in Cara loosens. "Yes. But I’ve never worn panties down here at night."

I pull back to look at her. "You’ve never had panties on? All those times we were in here flirting?"

She shakes her head and I realize maybe it’s good I didn’t know that. It was always hard enough to say goodnight to her.

But then she asks, "Were we flirting?"

I smile and lift a hand to cup her cheek. My cock is like granite settled between her thighs and she’s wrapped around me like I’m a life preserver and she’s floating in the ocean, but I also feel an overwhelming sense of affection. "Yeah, Duchess, we were flirting."

Her smile is bright. "I didn’t think I knew how."

"Well, you’re actually quite good. You wrapped me around your finger in about two minutes."

"And you’ve been flirted with a lot I’ll bet," she says, lifting a brow.

I chuckle. "I don’t remember."

"What?"

I lower my head until our lips are nearly touching. "I don’t remember any women before you."

She sighs happily. "Thatwas flirtatious. But I love it."

I kiss her sweetly.

She reaches down between us and cups me through the cotton of my lounge pants, not sweetly.

"You’re so hard."

"Always with you."

I feel her toying with the tie of the pants and pull back. "We can’t do this here. Someone could walk in."

"No one ever walks in on us. They give us our privacy to talk."

"Maybe," I concede. "But someone could easily hear usnot talking."

"Then I’ll need to sneak into your bedroom. Someone might need to be able to find you so you can’t leave your room for the night. No one will come looking for me. Or if they do need me for some reason, they’ll come to you to come get me."

She’s right.

I run my hand over her hair from the crown of her head to the middle of her back. "You’re willing to sneak into my room? And stay the night?"

"Of course. I’m already addicted to sleeping with you.” A sad shadow passes over her face.

We’ve talked about how she’ll have to leave the palace and go home at some point and that the time between her visits to the palace is out of our hands.

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