Page 13 of Rio

“And then?”I ask.“Do we keep playing?

She shrugs.“Why not?”Her eyes fall to my tented briefs.“I wish I could take care of that for you.”Then, she deliberately slides her tongue out, and licks all around her lips.It’s the most suggestive thing I’ve seen in a while.

“I wish you would,” I manage to rasp, adjusting my cock in my boxers.

“And you look like a big boy, too.”

“You have an appreciation for these things.”

This woman is exactly who I’ve been looking for my entire life.Beauty and brains, and a wit that is so sharp, she’ll give most people whiplash.And she’s up for it.Doesn’t want me gone.Wants me here.Maybe this night will end well.

She raises a brow.“Wait for me.”

These are the three most glorious words she could have said to me.

Chapter 3

RAQUEL

It’s hard trying to concentrate on my work.It’s too complex.Requires too much of my focus, and that’s the last thing I have.

I glance over at my bed where Rio is lying.A fine figure of a man awaits me in my bed and a shiver runs through me just gaping at him like the horny teenager I become around him.He’s got his earbuds in.Said he’s listening to music while I work.

Eyes closed and shirtless, he’s wearing only his boxers.He didn’t need to take them off but,if only he had.

Heat coils low in my belly as my gaze inches over the hard, sculpted lines of his body, his wide chest, the mix of muscle, heat and pure masculinity on display.When I see his strained boxer briefs, my thighs clench, and my pulse races into overdrive.

Must be painful.

I could take care of that.

Iwouldlove to take care of that.

Pressing my thighs tighter together, I drag my gaze back to my desk and to the report in front of me.My body slumps with dismay.I need to finish this tonight but the kiss we shared, has left me feeling hot and sticky.I’m lit up like a firework ready to explode.

It’s still not too late and caution has flown out of the window.Rio is a Knight, and Dani just married a Knight.They can’t all be bad, can they?

I shake my head, losing this battle and get back to the report.The quicker I get this done...maybe,maybewe can continue from where we left off.

Although, glancing at my watch, I see that we don’t have much time.

***

I yawn.It’s only when I next look at my watch I realize hours have passed.

I stop typing, pinch the space between my brows where the tension builds.

I’ve had enough.Closing my laptop, I get up and have a good stretch, then walk over to the bed.Rio’s lying sprawled out, the tiny white AirPods case tossed on the nightstand beside him.My gaze naturally falls to his crotch and I can see that his boner has abated.

Pity.I was so tempted to see him.To seeallof him.To have him.Tobewith him.He looks so peaceful, and irresistible.When he peeled off his shirt, I tried not to gawk.Tried not to let my eyes linger too long.Tried not to let him see the way he was affecting me.But now, I take my sweet time, my gaze inching over every ridge and valley of him, the taut lines of his abs, the curve of his waist, the deep grooves where muscle meets bone.Every inch of him is sculped and real, and mine for the taking.I don’t want to wake him up, and yet I should, because the night is not quite over.

But it would be cruel.It was a long day, what with the wedding and reception, and I’m exhausted.

Rio must be as well.

I didn’t tell him I had an early morning flight and now I only have a few hours.I’m too tired to try anything.So I decide to let him sleep and take a shower.If he hears the water running and wakes up, well and good.

And if he doesn’t, I’ll catch some sleep, then slip away in the early hours and fly back to Miami without waking the sleeping prince.