Page 105 of Bossy Wicked Prince
I’ve never met anyone like her before. My family, my colleagues, they’ve all made me feel the need to be harsher, colder, more calculated. Cat cuts through that coldness with her warmth and light. She feeds my soul instead of painting it black.
Someone coughs. I tear myself away from Cat to see an older couple behind us in the stairwell. The wife gives us a knowing look, like she’s remembering a time when a lover made her this reckless and crazy. Cat beams at her, and I’m filled with a bizarre pride.
Imade Cat this happy.
And I want to do it again, and again.
“Excusez-nous,” I tell the couple. I grab Cat’s hand and we practically run down the stairs, laughing together. She’s made me fuckinggiddy.
I already texted my driver, and the hired car is waiting right outside for us. I open the door for Cat, and we quickly slide into the back seat together.
“Ramenez-nous rapidement à l'hôtel, s'il vous plaît,” I tell the driver, who nods and merges quickly into traffic.
“I didn’t know you could speak French,” Cat says breathlessly.
“That’s not the only language I’m fluent in,” I murmur darkly, squeezing her thigh. I don’t miss the way she presses her legs together, urging my hand closer and higher.
There’s no partition on this car, and I’m not interested in putting on a show. I want Cat all to myself. But that doesn’t mean I can’t get her ready.
I move my hand further up her thigh, gently scraping the sensitive skin with my nails. I can feel goosebumps rising under my fingers. She squeezes her thighs together even tighter, but Iforce them apart until I’m brushing my fingers over her damp panties. I swallow my groan. She wants this just as much as I do.
The drive back is interminable. Even teasing Cat through her thin underwear with grazing touches isn’t enough to satisfy me.
I need her underneath me. I need to worship every part of her.
“Thank god,” I mutter when our car finally pulls up to the hotel.
Cat gazes at me with hooded eyes. “The feeling’s mutual.”
We scramble out of the car as soon as it stops, our hands intertwined. Using the last of my self control, I manage to keep from kissing her until the elevator doors close.
Then my hands are on her waist and my lips are pressed against hers. We kiss each other like we need this more than oxygen. She tastes like red wine and pure fucking bliss. I don’t give a single fuck that someone’s probably watching us through the security cameras. My desire for her eclipses every rational thought.
The doors open, and Cat giggles as I press her against the wall outside the elevator. The door to our suite is just down the hall, but I’m too ravenous to stop myself. I need her pretty lips on mine.
“Come on,” she says, grabbing my tie and pulling me along. I groan and stumble along, pushing her up against someone else’s door. I’ve never been this playful or impatient. I wonder how many undiscovered parts of me there are, just waiting for this woman to drag them out.
We finally reach our door, and I press Cat against it, kissing her hungrily while I fumble with the lock. The keycard finally beeps and we both stumble forward into the room. When the door closes behind us and we’re finally alone, I throw her over my shoulder. Cat lets out a surprised laugh and lets me carry her to the bedroom.
I don’t stop to turn on any of the lights. The moonlight and streetlights filter through the windows, casting everything in a cool blue haze.
I toss her onto the bed, and she laughs with delight. I tear off my tie and jacket while she pulls off her dress. My shirt already has a few random buttons loose from Cat yanking at them in the hallway. I’m still working on my belt by the time she’s completely naked, her dress, bra, and panties thrown on the floor.
She looks so stunning, I stop moving entirely so I can look at her.
Her pale skin shines like moonbeams, and her loose golden hair takes on a silver cast. I gaze down at her gorgeous body, my eyes raking over her legs and hips and soft stomach. She presses her legs together almost shyly, and she grasps the white duvet underneath her like she has to stop herself from reaching for me.
“Oh, Kitten, you make me insane,” I murmur.
“Show me,” she says, smiling sweetly up at me.
I grin, ripping open my pants and shucking them off along with my boxers. My hard cock juts forward and I kneel on the bed, my knees on either side of her hips.
“Feel for yourself.” I take her hand and guide it to my cock.
She wraps her fingers around it and I groan as she strokes me. Her thumb glides over my tip, gathering a drop of pre-cum. She brings it to her mouth, parting her lips and sucking it into her mouth. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my life.
Any other time, I would have guided her mouth to my cock. I know how sweet her lips would feel wrapped around me. But right now, all I care about is touching her. Worshiping her. Feeling her come apart underneath me.
