“Here.Now.”I arch back into him, while rolling my hips to rub against his penis.
“Thank god,” he groans.
He slides down my body, scooping up my dress until I feel a breeze coming from behind.Not a big one, because I’m still covered in layers that are at the same time too much and nothing at all.Because despite the number of layers I have on, once Leo gets past all the petticoats and dress, there’s that open slit.
Leo fiddles with his clothes behind me, and then his hands are on my waist, where he tilts my hips back and up.He presses into me from behind, the heavy weight of my skirts thrown over his forearms.
Finally!I sink deeper onto the railing, which pushes Leo in farther.Now he’s the one to moan while I smile at the thought that I affect him as much as he affects me.
He thrusts firmly into me, my body more than ready for him after the way he worked it earlier.He keeps up the pace until I’m fairly certain the railing is going to break.
I’m also fairly certain I won’t care.Unless I go down with it.
Leo shifts until one of his hands reaches my clit, rubbing to get me back to where I was before he pulled away on the bench.It doesn’t take long until the same tightness takes over my muscles, my entire body on the edge before he pushes it right over with his clever fingers.
I come with a loud moan, and Leo belatedly covers my mouth to cut off at least half of it.He isn’t far behind me, coming with a particularly deep thrust.He buries his head into my neck to muffle his groan.
As we both catch our breaths, still leaning on the railing, I’m impressed with how the thin pieces of wood continue to hold up.
Breathing finally calmed down, Leo moves away from me, testing the railing one more time by pushing against it, this time to get up.I turn over, one hand on the railing since my legs are still a bit wobbly.
Leo deals with the condom he must have put on when I was facing away from him, conscientious hedonist that he is, and he tucks everything back into place.
“Have I sufficiently proven my hedonist credentials?”His words might be smug, but his breathing is still choppy, letting me know I’m not the only one affected.
“It was an adequate showing.But I think if we wanted to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, we should try a few more times.So I have more evidence to support the finding.”
He laughs, kissing me.I can taste myself on him, and even though I’m tired, and immensely satisfied, I still feel stirrings.
“Just give me time to rest, Your Highness, then I will be happy to provide all the evidence that the scholar requires to make a determination on my hedonist status.”
“Still calling me my fake title?Even after fucking me over a railing?”
“Especiallyafter fucking you over a railing.I am a gentleman.”
“I must have missed that chapter in the gentleman’s handbook.”
“Well, we would not let a woman read it.”He winks at me so I know it’s a joke.
“Jerk.”But I laugh at him.
“Come now, I need to return you home.”
The words tear into the perfect moment I’ve created by ignoring reality.
Because I will be going home soon, or finding a new home.But it won’t be with Leo, which means we’ll be over soon.
But I still have a couple of hours left of today.And I’m not going to give any of them up before I have to.
CHAPTER33
“Leo, get up!”I shake him awake.
I accidentally took more than my few hours allotment.Leo brought me back to the palace after our fun in the gaming hell, but I wasn’t ready to say goodnight, so I snuck him in.It was surprisingly easy, and probably a national security concern.Not my concern, but someone’s.
There are so many secret passageways in the palace that people have used for a variety of reasons through history: to sneak women in, so they don’t have to see their servants, and to do shady political things.Secret passageways that people wrote about in their diaries, waiting for someone who has made a career of reading such documents.
But I bet they never thought an Indian-American commoner would be the one to use them to sneak in some aristocratic tail.
