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CHAPTER FIVE

Royal

I can’t remember the last time I spent so long talking to a woman.

Hell, I can’t remember the last time I spent so long talking to anyone.

But there’s something about Jade that…

Well, I can’t keep my distance.

Normally, it’s so easy to throw up barriers, to keep a careful space between myself and the rest of the world.

Jade is?—

I want to do a fuck-ton more than just suck at her fingers.

I settle my hand on her lower back as we descend the stairs in Rico’s front yard and make our way to her car. She shivers and I shrug out of my jacket, settling it over her shoulders, giving in to the urge to wrap my arm around her waist and draw her close.

Another shiver has me bringing her even closer.

“Better?” I ask.

A nod. “Yes,” she says, her voice threaded with heat that wraps its fingers around my dick and squeezes. “Thanks.”

“Any time.”

As in, I’ll touch her any fucking time she’ll let me.

Her driver tugs open the door, holding it as we get in.

“Thanks,” Jade murmurs, sliding across the seat to give me space to get in.

The door closes with a soft thunk but I’m barely paying attention—because all of that sliding has caused the hem of her skirt to drag up…

Miles and miles of bare skin.

Strong calves, thighs I want to clasp…right before I spread them and feast on the beauty between her legs. The hint of an ass that deserves to be worshipped?—

“Royal?”

The soft way she says my name has me jerking my gaze up to her eyes, see the knowing glint in those deep gray depths.

“I’m not going to apologize for getting caught looking at that beautiful body,” I murmur, sliding closer, trailing my fingertips up the outside of her thigh, dragging the material higher, until I’m running them lightly along the curve of that lush ass.

“I’m not asking for an apology,” she says.

Confident words, but the flush of pink spreads on her cheeks.

Inexperienced, maybe.

Tends to be shy, definitely.

Only…not with me.

My dick goes hard.

“What are you asking for?”

That blush grows, but she holds my eyes and I feel myself slipping a little deeper down the treacherous slope of infatuation.

Of obsession.

I felt it once before.

With…Amber.

That name sliding through my mind threatens to douse my erection, to send me right the fuck out of this car. Thankfully, she keeps talking, snapping me out of it.

“A kiss.”

My gaze whips back to hers and I lift a brow. “Just one?”

Her lips part, eyes widening, but I don’t bother waiting for an answer.

I wrap my fingers around one of her slender wrists and tug, sending her toppling into my lap. She gasps as I drop my mouth to hers, tasting that sound on my tongue.

Tasting her moan as her lips meld to mine, groaning in return as she settles more firmly on top of me, her skirt hiking up, exposing the tops of her thighs, giving me a glimpse of black lace and slick pink and?—

Her hand slides into my hair, gripping the strands as she leans closer, deepening the kiss, settling more heavily onto me.

Soft heat.

Fuck, she’s sweet.

And sexy as hell as she starts rocking on me, riding the hard ridge of my erection as I take my fill of her mouth. Sleek darts of her tongue, plump lips, moans vibrating through her chest, which is pressed to mine.

Lean curves.

Great tits.

Spectacular ass.

I settle my hands onto the lush curves, draw her flush against me, grinding my hips up into her.

“Oh God!” Her head falls back, her pelvis rocking against mine. “I— That’s good,” she whispers, her hand in my hair tightening as she moves faster. “ Royal .”

I slide my hands forward, dip my thumbs under the hem of her underwear.

Smooth, bare skin.

Plump lips.

Slick, slick heat.

Whir!

I still, glance over her shoulder and see that the window separating us from the driver has slid down a couple of inches.

“Ms. Cantrell?” the driver calls and I’m pleased to see that he doesn’t lower the window any further.

Discreet.

I like it.

Jade may not fully trust her team, but her driver may be a person to keep.

“Yes, John?” she asks, voice remarkably steady despite the desire glazing those storm cloud gray eyes.

“Would you like me to drop you or Mr. Ewing off first?”

My heart skips a beat.

I don’t want to go home to my empty house, don’t want to leave.

Not just yet.

Our eyes connect and I see the question in her eyes. “Do you want?—?”

“Yes.”

Gray eyes warming, the storm clouds fading into a foggy morning, perfect for staying in bed and fucking the day away. Her fingers tighten slightly in my hair and then she exhales. “John?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“You can drop us both at my hotel.”

My dick twitches, and I slide my thumbs in a little further, grazing the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs, loving the way she moans softly, her head falling back, her hips jerking forward. “Royal,” she whispers, instinctually shifting closer, seeking out my fingers.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur, “let me in.”

Her legs widen.

I slip in a little closer, parting her slick folds, tracing a fingertip along the seam of her.

She gasps quietly.

“You’ve got it, ma’am,” John says and I barely hear the glass separating us whirring back up.

Because I’m too focused on Jade.

On the way my name tumbles off her lips. On the way she instinctively seeks out the purchase of my hand. On her silky skin and soaked pussy and her breasts pressing against the fabric of the short, tight dress she changed into earlier.

I circle her entrance, push inside, feel her immediately clamp down around my finger.

Fuck, I want that pussy tightening around my cock.

Patience.

“I—” She reaches for me. “You?—”

“Shh, baby,” I order quietly. “Let me make you feel good.”

She melts around me—inside and out, moisture gathering, soaking my fingers and palm, her body softening, slumping against me.

Trusting me.

Even though I’m broken and grumpy and an asshole to almost everyone in the world.

Not to the people I care about.

And inexplicably…not to Jade.

There’s a niggling in the back of my head, but one I can’t allow myself to consider, not right now. Too dangerous. Too fucking stupid.

I just want to enjoy this moment.

Enjoy this slick cunt and sweet woman who I intend on reducing to a limp puddle of goo.

And with that thought, I focus, sliding my finger in deep, curling it up to tease the sensitive nerves on the inside of her pussy. She gasps, hands clamping onto my arms, nails biting into my skin, hips jerking.

There then.

She likes it right fucking there.

Grinning, I begin working her in earnest, drawing my finger out, sliding it back in, stroking until her breath begins to catch, until she’s soft enough for me to slip another finger in, until her hips begin moving in rapid pumps, until her pussy flutters around me, until?—

“Royal!”

She comes apart on me.

“Oh God,” she whispers. “Oh my fracking God.”

I still, wondering if I heard her right, but then I realize that we’ve pulled to a stop, realize that she looks like I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes making out and finger-fucking her, realize that I have the fucking boner to end all boners, realize?—

That I need to stop thinking about making her come again (even if it’s definitely going to happen again and in short order).

Cursing softly, I gently slip my fingers from her, lips tipping up at the shocked expression on her face as I lift them to my mouth and suck.

“Sweet,” I murmur, reaching down and straightening her underwear, tugging the hem of her dress down. “I knew you’d taste sweet.”

She shivers and I tuck my coat around her again, covering that tempting body.

Then I snag her purse and position it strategically (the boner to end all boners shows no sign of dissipating) as the back door opens a crack and John asks, “Ready?”

Yeah, he knew exactly what we’ve been up to back here.

And he knows how to be discreet.

Definitely a keeper.

I give Jade another once over, see that all the pertinent bits are covered then call out, “Yup.”

The door swings wide and I step out, blocking the view of her exit from any asshole who might be around to snap a picture of her in a compromising position. As I do so, I notice that John has brought us to the hotel’s back entrance.

Yup. The man needs a raise.

I make a mental note to mention that to her.

Later.

Much later.

Because now I’m focused on escorting her into the hotel…and up to her room.

I slip John a hundred, then give another to the staff member holding the back door open, and we get into the freight elevator, hit the button for her floor.

She’s leaning heavily against me, her lips swollen and those cheeks still flushed, her body trembling as we ascend. Both of us are silent as we listen to the elevator move, as we wait for the doors to open.

Finally, after what seems like a fucking eternity, they slide open with a soft screech.

We step off and head down the hall.

“I need?—”

I dig out the keycard from her purse, pass it over.

She takes it, swipes it over the keypad, and I push the heavy panel inward, holding it for her to walk in before me, my eyes drifting to those miles and miles of bare skin, the hem of her dress and my jacket flirting with her the underside of her ass.

I need them off her.

I need her.

I allow the door to swing shut, flick the deadbolt, and turn back to her…

“Get naked.”