“Tomorrow night, you know you can’t, right?”
“I know,” I answer. “But tonight, I just need to make sure everything is okay. Lara will be with her tomorrow, but I want to watch over her one more night.”
“I’ll station one extra guard at your door.”
“Thank you.” I stand and, because I think he needs to know how much I appreciate him, I reach out my hand to Ottar and say, “Thank you for everything you’re doing to keep us safe.”
Ottar stands and shakes my hand. “Not only is it my job, but it’s my pleasure.”
And with that, I take off, my suit jacket slung over my shoulder, my hair a mess from pulling on it all night, and my body completely exhausted from the taxing stress I’ve put it through.
A couple more days, a couple more days and this will all be over.
A couple more days and I can focus on Lilly. I can put the tension, the anxious thoughts, the self-doubt all behind me.
As I make my way through the hallways, I nod at staff, making sure they know I appreciate everything they’ve done to help us get ready for this big occasion, and by the time I reach Lilly’s room, I’m ready to pass out. But I quickly go to my room first where I strip out of my clothes, slip on a pair of shorts, and then brush my teeth.
For a moment, I stare at myself in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under my eyes and the lack of smile lines on my face. I’m drained. Running on empty and it’s showing.
I lean over the sink, splash some water on my face, then dry it with a towel. Ready for bed, I turn off the lights and work my way out of my bedroom and down to Lilly’s. I nod at the guards and then lightly knock on the door before opening it.
The light on her nightstand illuminates the vast space, casting shadows all around the room, but she isn’t in her bed.
“Lilly?” I call out, not letting panic seep in just yet.
“In the bathroom,” she calls out.
Relief washes through me, knowing that she’s okay, so I walk around her room, checking to make sure the windows are locked. When I’m done, I move over to the bed and sit against the headboard, not yet getting under the covers. I let out a deep breath and lean my head back just as Lilly comes into the room. I glance to my side to catch her walking over to the bed in one of her silk robes.
My eyes scan her up and down, the way her creamy legs pop through the slit, and how her breasts press against the thin fabric, her pebbled nipples enticing me. I want her so fucking bad. It’s been too long since we’ve been intimate, since I’ve been able to fall deep into her soul, to a point where we forget about everything around us, the world fading to black.
“Hey,” I say as she moves past her side of the bed and rounds the foot of the bed until she’s on my side.
“Hi,” she says as she tugs on the tie of her robe. It loosens at her waist, and when she undoes it, the lapels of her robe fall open, revealing her naked body beneath the silk fabric. She doesn’t take it off though, she leaves it on her shoulders as the open part displays her cleavage, her flat stomach, and her bare pussy.
Fuck.
Me.
“Lilly,” I say softly, my voice catching in my throat as she closes the space between us and straddles my lap. My cock hardened the minute she walked into the room, so when her backside meets my lap, a satisfied look crosses her face. “What are you doing?” I ask her as her hands drag down my thick pecs.
“I need you,” she says. “I need to feel close to you.”
“We can’t—” Her finger presses against my lips.
“We won’t. We’ll just play around. Theo said nothing about not playing around, just celibacy. In my mind, celibacy is the act of intercourse.” She leans forward and places a few kisses along my neck, moving her lips up to my ear. “As long as your delicious cock doesn’t sink deep inside me, we’re good.”
Christ, why did she have to put it like that?
Her lips trail back down my neck, across my chest and to the other side of my neck, hot, wet pleasure trailing along my skin. When she reaches my ear, she whispers, “Please . . . my king. Make me feel something.”
My hands fall to her hips, and I dig my fingers into her side as I try to contain myself.
“Just make me come once,” she says. “I need to get lost with you. Help me forget everything else.” Her teeth bite into my neck, and I groan as I move my hands to the inside of her robe and up her rib cage, her soft skin like fuel to the flame that’s lighting up inside me.
“God, you’re already so hard,” she whispers as her hips slowly rotate over my cock. “And I’m dripping . . . wet . . .”
Fuck.
