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I flip around.

“Do you have any idea how pretty this is?” His palms drag across my bottom. “You have such a pretty hole, Erik. So tight and pink.”

Pleasure shoots through me. No one has ever examined me there.

He moves his hand over my cock.

“I’m going to...” I gasp.

“Come for me.”

And then pleasure rolls through me, and the world is hot and perfect.

He chuckles.

My hand fumbles for him.

“I don’t need—”

I whine irritatedly, and a low laugh rumbles against my neck.

“Alright, Your Majesty.” He puts my fingers over his cock, covering them with his own larger ones.

And then he explodes. White liquid shoots from him, landing on my chest.

He gives a satisfied sigh, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me with affection.

“I reckon I should get back—”

“You don’t have to,” I blurt out. “I mean...” My mouth twists. Is this the part where he returns to his room and we pretend this never happened?

But I don’t want to be alone.

He looks relieved. “Okey-dokie. Let’s have a royal sleepover.”

This time I giggle. “That sounds excellent.”

I scramble out of bed, then gesture to a door. “The washroom is there. I’ll give you a toothbrush.”

Glen follows me, and I freeze mid-step. I’m naked in front of him. In the next moment, he throws his arm around me.

“You can be naked,” he says.

“But I’m...” Muscles ripple over his body. “I’m scrawny...”

“You’re cute,” he says sternly. “You know, I noticed you in that airport lounge straight away. Don’t make a habit of noticing anyone but I sure noticed you.”

My heart swells. I hand him a spare toothbrush from my cabinet, and then after our bathroom ablutions are over, I join Glen in the bed. I lie down on one side tentatively, unsure if he’s sleeping, not wanting to wake him, just happy not to have to spend the night alone.

He turns to me immediately, then pulls me into his arms, so I’m lying on top of him.

“I’ll crush you,” I say.

“Impossible.” He chuckles, then feathers kisses on my face. I relax against his warmth, my heartbeat slowing, my smile spreading.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Glen