Page 78 of American Royalty

“You better believe it,” she said.

Her quip lessened the tension long enough for him to rise to his feet and discard the rest of his clothes. More than his cock swelled at the frank admiration on her face as she watched.

She crooked her finger. “Come here, Your Royal Highness.”

He took a step, then cursed. “We still don’t have condoms.”

Goddammit! He was a stubborn idiot. When he’d stopped at the chemist’s near the campus this morning, he’d purposely avoided that aisle, believing not purchasing some would prevent this very scenario from happening.

You bloody arse!

“No worries.” Languidly, she uncurled her body and glided over to the vanity. Reaching into a glossy black leather pouch, she pulled out a gold foil wrapper and tossed it to him. “I hate being unprepared even more than I hate being denied something I want.”

He eased on the protection and she pushed him down on the settee, but when he reached for her, she shook her head. She turned around and he barely had time to appreciate her luscious, ripe ass before she backed up between his thighs, gripped the shaft of his cock, and slid down his aching length.

Holy fuck!

His eyes rolled back in his head. She felt unbelievable. Her pussy gripped his cock in a viselike bear hug, the pleasure a step removed from pain. He trailed his hand down the middle of her back and grasped her hips, her silhouette an erotic composition that threatened to shred to pieces his earlier vaunted willpower.

Once fully seated, Dani hissed and shifted in his lap, the movement sending spasms of ecstasy zipping up his spine. Bracing her hands on the settee, she peered at him over her shoulder.

“Hold on tight and try to keep up.”