“Theo…” Shep glanced over my shoulder to where the picnic-goers were blissfully unaware of the sexual tensions crackling between the two of us.
“What? You’re hard too. I can see it.” I moved even closer to him and slid my hand down to cover the erection straining his zipper. “And I can feel it.”
Shep sucked in a breath, but again didn’t deny it or shove my hand away.
“Take me inside.”
“No fucking way.”
“Scared?”
He grunted as I squeezed. “Smart. Once is a mistake. Twice is a habit.”
“Well, you did accuse me of having bad habits. Want to become my next one?”
Shep finally reached down and took hold of my wrist. “Cut it out.”
“Mais je ne veux pas.”
He shoved my hand away from him, and I decided to see if I could lure him inside. I mean, hewashere to watch over me. Where I went he would follow, right?
“I don’t know about you, but I’ve had about enough socializing for today,” I said. “I think I might retire for the afternoon.”
“You’re just going to leave?”
“Oui.I put in an appearance, smiled, and shook hands with those I needed to, and if you aren’t going to take me inside and relieve me of the acheyoucaused, I might go and find someone else to do the job for me. Maybe at one of the clubs in town.”
I turned and headed toward the palace, leaving Shep to gnaw on that little morsel. Not two seconds after I was inside, I heard Shep’s familiar march of disapproval behind me.
“Theo,” he called out, and I ignored him. “Theo. We are not done talking.”
I rolled my eyes but kept going. Talking was the last thing I was interested in doing with Shep.
When his hand clamped around my wrist and he pulled me into one of the many alcoves in the main hall, I cursed and rounded on him.
“What? Did you change your mind? Want a second go around after all?”
“I want to talk to you about why you took your tracker out before traveling to another country.”
I contemplated that for a moment. “Did you tell King you were sorry for not noticing earlier?”
“What?”
“About my taking my tracker out. I mean, you probably should’ve noticed when you were fucking my brains out, or maybe when I was naked in my room and you barged in. But it’s nice to know you’re not perfect, and get just as distracted by a tight ass and big dick as I do.”
Shep growled and stormed forward until I had no choice but to back up into the shadows of the alcove.
“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days,” he said as he loomed over me.
“Pourquoi est-ce que tu ne fourres pas ta queue dans ma bouche pour me faire taire.”
“Stop. Speaking. French.”
I chuckled, his irritation turning me on even more. “Make me.”
And what do you know—he did.
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