Page 70 of Wicked Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 2)

“Hellion,” he growls.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips over his ear.

“I thought you liked my distraction techniques.”

“Did you bring me to your happy place to have your wicked way with me, Princess?”

“Why? Aren’t you up for it?” I ask, rolling my hips over his hard length to prove my point.

He chuckles.

“I’m always up for sinking inside your tight cunt, Hellion.”

“Prove it,” I growl as his hand slips between us, his fingers hooking my panties aside so they can sink into my wet heat.

“Mine,” he moans, curling two digits inside me, making me cry out.

“Yes,” I scream but regret it the second I see his wide smirk. “Just fuck me, asshole.”

“And they say romance is dead,” he mutters, ripping his fingers from me and tugging his boxers down to release his hard length.

“Fuck romance, take me to heaven.”

* * *

When we finally make it back to Harley’s a couple of hours later, I’ve got sand in places there should never be sand, and my body is aching in the most delicious way.

“Hey, look,” Ruby calls from the kitchen as we close the front door behind us. “They haven’t killed each other. Oh my God,” she adds when she gets a proper look at us, “on second thought, you both look thoroughly fucked up.”

“I should think so,” Seb mutters happily, running his fingers through his hair and pushing it back from his brow. “Sex on the beach really is all it’s cracked up to be.”

My chin drops at his serious lack of filter as the others all barrel into the kitchen to find out the latest drama.

“Nice one, bro,” Ash says, holding his hand up.

“Oh my God, Ashton,” Ruby snaps. “You did not just high-five him for that.”

Ash shrugs before sweeping his girl into his arms. “You gonna try to convince everyone that sex on the beach isn’t fucking epic, little one?”

Her cheeks burn bright red before he captures her lips in a kiss that is way too erotic for an audience.

“Right well, as fun as this little porno is, I could really do with a shower.”

Seb’s words make realization hit me.

“Where are you staying?” I ask, looking up at him, ignoring the lip smacking on the other side of the island.

A smug grin pulls at his lips.

“Seb?”

“Top of the stairs, second on the right,” Harley tells him.

“Wait, what?”

“Come on, Hellion.” He slips his hand into mine and all but drags me from the room and up the stairs.

“What the hell, Seb? You can’t just—” He crashes through the door of the guest room I’ve been staying in, pulling me along for the ride. “Why is there a suitcase on my bed?”