I lean over Jai as I come, adding my own cream to the mess on his stomach. And I’ve changed my mind. This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Well, that was awesome,” he says in a lazy drawl.
He starts to move but I stop him. “Perhaps you should stay there while I find something to clean you up.”
He offers me a sexy smirk. “Or you could just clean me up.” He glides his fingers through the mess on his stomach and then reaches out toward me, his intention clear. I hesitate for a moment, prompting his left eyebrow to arch in challenge. “What’s the matter, Your Majesty? Never tasted your own cum before?”
Well, no, actually. I haven’t…
Once again, I find myself unable to back away from that challenging gaze. I link my fingers around his wrist and draw his hand closer to my mouth, leaning down to lick away the mess he’s collected there. The taste of both of us combined is intoxicating and before I even know what I’m doing, I’m leaning over his body and licking up every drop of cum from his tan skin.
He chuckles at my eagerness, but that soon morphs into a deep groan as I claim his mouth for a deep kiss, my tongue swirling with his and sharing the taste of us.
His hands glide through my hair, his legs cling to my waist, and even though I’m arched all the way over the bed with my feet still on the floor I don’t feel any discomfort, I just want to be as close as I can get. This is usually the part where I get dressed, say goodbye, and sneak off back to my suite. But I don’t want that tonight.
I break the kiss. “Can I stay tonight?”
Jai’s eyes widen. “Here? In my room? In my bed?”
“Well, I’m king and this is my palace, so technically it’s my bed,” I tease.
Jai’s face breaks into a grin. “Well, if we’re really splitting hairs, technically it’s the Korovan tax payers’ bed.”
The next morning, I wake to the unfamiliar sensation of a man’s body wrapped around me.
Jai.
A smile touches my lips and I revel in the closeness. How have I managed to make it thirty-eight years without experiencing this kind of connection? Lesia was amazing; I’ll always be grateful to her, I’ll always love her, and I’ll always miss her. But we never had this. We had a platonic love: best friends, confidantes, partners, co-parents. Nothing like this.
There’s a familiar stinging in my backside and my smile grows wider as I recall waking in the early hours of the morning for another round of sex, this time with Jai taking me in a heated frenzy. The recollection is another foreign sensation for me. I’ve never spent the night with a lover before now, so I’ve never experienced middle-of-the-night sex. It’s something I’ll definitely be wanting a lot more of from now on.
I watch as Jai’s eyes flutter open, his mouth tilting up in a soft smile as his gaze finds me. “I love waking up next to you,” I murmur.
“I can tell.”
I let out a soft groan as his hand closes around my hard cock. I let him stroke me for a few moments before finally gathering the willpower to pull his hand away. “We can’t.”
“Sure we can.”
I shake my head dejectedly. “It’s getting light. I have to get back to my suite before the servants start moving around.”
He rolls away from me and onto his back, his hands coming up to cover his face. “Fuck, you’re right. I’m sorry.”
I press a kiss to his shoulder. “I don’t want to leave.”
He lets his hands fall away from his face, his eyes finding mine. “I know.”
Somehow, I manage to tear myself away from him and crawl off the bed, quickly dressing in the clothes I’d discarded on the floor the previous night. “I’ll have to bring some more appropriate morning clothes…if this is going to become a regular thing.”
“Is it?” One dark brow quirks up in question.
I offer a soft smile. “I hope so.”
17
JAI
“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…”
“Yeah?”
Since the night Lukas first stayed over in my room about a week ago, every morning has been like this: lying in bed, tangled up together and talking. And also not talking, if you get my drift. There’s still a bit of sneaking in and out that can’t really be helped, although I’m pretty sure most of the palace staff are clued into the situation, even if they haven’t spread any gossip just yet.
“Why has my daughter been running around the palace singing about deer and sewing for the past three days?”
I arch a brow. “You want to talk about the kids now? While we’re naked?”
He offers a sexy smirk. “We’re pretty much always naked.”
“Well, that’s true…” I bolt upright, staring at him in shock as something occurs to me. “Wait—are you telling me you don’t recognize that song?” Ever since I watched The Sound of Music with Tomas and Katya the other day, the princess has been marching around the palace singing “Do-Re-Mi” completely adorably and rather off-key.
Lukas’s features morph into a frown. “Should I? I thought it was an American thing. From that show with the puppets and the big yellow bird?”
“Sesame Street? You thought that song was from Sesame Street?”
“I take it it’s not?” His brows are almost to his hairline, clearly perturbed about my reaction.
“No, it’s not. It’s from The Sound of Music. Julie Andrews, Christopher Plummer…the hills are alive and all that. Please, tell me you’ve seen it.”
“I’ve heard of it. Does that count?”
“No, that doesn’t count,”
