“Nonsense!” I said. “I had a fantastic tour of the dungeon.”
He smiled before kissing me quickly.
It seemed like he was going for a peck, but it turned into a make-out session like the others we shared whenever our lips touched like that.
When he finally pulled free, he said, “Crazy to think they even thought to put you in there. I believe the last person we had detained there was beheaded.”
“Beheaded?” I said, gulping.
His expression shifted immediately, and he burst into a laugh. “No, not beheaded. What kind of country do you think we are? We’re not France. We never had guillotines or ax executions. We’re more the sort to lock you up for a really fucking long time.”
“Well, I’m glad I didn’t have to deal with any of those options.”
“I have a terrible thing to confess, though. I’m glad you were locked up that first time. If you hadn’t been, I’m not sure we would have wound up right here, in this moment.”
“Kind of glad I got locked up too.”
We gazed into each other’s eyes as I fully appreciated the way so many unusual events had led to such a perfect moment together.
He glanced at my lips and then looked back into my eyes. “So now I just have two questions for you. First, do you take your tea with or without cream?”
“I typically take it without, but if I’m with you, I don’t mind a little cream.”
“I figured that might be your answer.”
“And what’s the next question?”
“I’m curious if you’re ticklish or not.”
“Very,” I admitted, “but you’ll have to find out where.”
His smile broadened, his brows popping up with excitement.
There was something predatory in his expression as he pulled his hand from my shaft and slid his fingers along my abs, tickling ever so gently, quickly discovering where I wasn’t affected by the movement. He navigated his hand up my torso, then under my arm, before I felt that gentle, playful sensation. I twitched about on his lap before kicking my legs out.
“Oh, fuck,” I called out as he held me close with his free arm while continuing his assault.
“There it is. That’s really good,” he said, watching me, clearly enjoying the power he had over me as I was out of control of my senses. I laughed until I struggled to breathe, when he granted me a moment.
Tears rushed down my face from all the excitement.
I lay back against the sofa cushion, my ass still resting in his lap, and he shifted so he could lean down and lick my lips.
I felt him inhaling deeply before he snarled, “Now it’s time to see if the other arm’s just as ticklish.”
“Oh, fuck!” I called out as he felt his way to the other, and I prepared for the laughing fit I knew I was about to endure.
* * *
I wokein my bedroom in the palace, where Owen had led me after we’d played around in his room for a little longer. It wasn’t nearly as grand as Owen’s place but plenty big enough for me.
The eagerness of our playful interactions the night before still lingered within me and had apparently shaped my dreams as I’d imagined that time stretching out with equally fun exchanges with Owen.
I slid out of bed and headed to my luggage, which I dug through until I found a new pair of panties I’d brought with me—sky blue. Despite where I knew I’d be spending breakfast, I wanted to wear them, if only because it would be fun to know that Owen would like them and that I could enjoy walking around, wearing a special secret for him.
Only him.
I showered and changed into my underwear, shorts, a tee, and of course, no outfit would have been complete without my cap. I wasn’t normally one to obsess over how I looked, but between wanting to impress Owen’s family, and really, still wanting to impresshim, I wanted to look my best.
