Page 32 of Royal Trouble

Bloody hell.She was tight, her muscles clamping down on him even as he began to pump his fingers in and out, massaging her swollen clit with his thumb. His cock strained against the zipper of his trousers, desperate to get in on the action.

But it was too soon. He needed her to come first. His balls were so tight, he wouldn’t last long, not in that snug little channel of hers.

Fuck. Just the thought of it intensified the pressure at the base of his spine.

Which was why he needed to focus on Everly. This was about her pleasure. About making her forget her arsehole father and every prick who’d ever made her feel like she didn’t belong in this world.

He slowed his breathing and concentrated on the breathy little noises she was making, on the way her body seemed to hum when he hooked his fingers on the down stroke. She gripped his shoulder so hard, it was a wonder her nails didn’t tear right through his bloody shirt.

“So. Close,” she panted, unabashedly watching as he circled her clit with his thumb. “So. Good.”

A fresh wave of arousal swept through him, and he crushed his lips to hers, swallowing her moans as she came apart in his arms, body shuddering as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

“Christ, Evie. That was…” He fought for control, unable to think. “I need to be inside you.”

Without a word, she unfastened his trousers and let them drop to the floor, freeing his cock. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of him, and arrogant bastard that he was, he grinned.

“I guess the rumors about your royal endowment are true.”

It was about the only thing the bloody tabloids ever got right.

She took him in hand, and his reply died on his lips as she began to stroke his length.

Fuck. It felt good. Too good.

“If you keep that up,” he growled, “I’m going to come.”

“Really?” She lifted a brow, her lips twitching in amusement. “This is all it takes?”

She stroked him again, and he shifted his hips, pumping into her hand.

“It’s been a while,” he bit out. “And I’ve been staring down temptation for two weeks.”

Everly gave an impish grin. “So if I were to do this…” She leaned forward and flicked her tongue across the head of his cock, nearly sending him to orgasm. “You might come?” she finished innocently.

“No.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her to her feet. “But I will be forced to take control.”

He spun her around and bent her over the table in one swift move, his cock pressed to the curve of her ass. She wiggled her backside, and he bent over her, whispering in her ear.

“Do you know how many times I’ve imagined fucking you like this, Evie? My dick buried deep in that sweet pussy of yours, my hands on your perky arse?” He lifted her skirt and slapped her ass.

She sucked in a startled breath as he straightened, massaging the tender flesh with his palm. When he lowered his lips and kissed the same spot, she let out a sigh.

“How many times?” she asked, turning her head to the side, her dark hair spilling across the polished tabletop.

“Every day since the wedding.” Which was why he was hard as fuck.

“So what are you waiting for?” She rotated her hips, rubbing her satin-covered arse against his cock. “You’ve got me how you want me. Take me.”

Xander groaned. It was the sexiest fucking consent he’d ever heard, and he had every intention of seeing this fantasy come to fruition. He hooked his thumbs in her panties, sliding them down over her thighs and letting them drop to the floor. Everly stepped out of them and spread her legs, giving him a perfect view of her arse.

Bollocks. Whatever the repercussions for missing the garden party, it would be worth it. He grabbed his trousers and pulled a condom from his wallet, tearing it open and rolling it over his shaft.

Then he positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her opening as he stroked her back. She was so damn lovely with her hair spread around her head like a halo and that rosy glow in her cheeks. She’d be even more beautiful coming on his cock.

Thwack!

The metallic sound of the lock echoed through the cellar like cannon fire, and he uttered a low curse. His fantasy fell apart before his eyes—again.