“I don’t wantorneed you to buy me clothes,” I tell her, my tone a little harder than it should be. “I’ll make due with what’s here and if I want something different, I’ll buy it myself.”
“Okay. I didn’t mean to…” When I don’t say anything else, Millie shakes her head. “We don’t have to keep them, Dean,” she starts to ramble. “The reservations. We can just stay here. We don’t have to go anywhere. Or we can just keep doing what we’ve been doing. We can just keep?—”
Stay here, in this island paradise, alone with you, surrounded by all the places I can’t quit envisioning fucking you in?
Not a great idea.
“If we’re going to sell thisyou and mething, we should probably make ourselves as visible as possible, don’t you think?” I say, doing my best to flatten out the panic in my tone.
“Oh.” She gives me a quick frown like she forgot what we were talking about and why before she nods. “Right. Yes. That’s probably the easiest way to do it.”
“Youdounderstand what pretending to fuck is going to entail, don’t you, Mills?” I ask because I’m an absolute asshole and I apparently love to torture myself.
“Of course.” To her credit, she doesn’t look like she wants to pass out when I say the wordfuckthis time. “It means we’re going to have to…” She blushes before she flips her hand at the space between us. “Be in each other’s personal space.”
“Right.” I fight the smirk that’s threatening to take over my face because panicking or not, making her squirm is still my favorite thing to do. “And you’re going to be able to do that? Let me touch you. Possibly even kiss you, in front of people?”
Her mouth opens slightly. Just enough to tell me she’s having as much trouble breathing at the thought as I am. “Yes.” She nods. “I think so.”
“People will be watching,” I remind her. “When they see us together, they’ll almost certainly take our picture—maybe even take videos—and you can pretty much guarantee it’ll end up on some?—”
“I understand.” Two little lines appear between her eyebrows at my tone. “I’m not completely clueless, Dean.”
I feel a smile tug at the corner of my mouth when she gives me one of her haughty little huffs. “Did I just insult you, Princess?”
“Yes.” She gives me a prim little sniff. “As a matter of fact, you did.”
“Sorry.” I push myself away from the table but don’t get up because my cock, still hidden under my napkin, is so hard rightnow, Ican’tget up. “You can make me sleep on the couch tonight if you want.”
“Maybe I will,” she sniffs at me again. Pushing her own chair away from the table, Millie stands. “I’m going to get dressed,” She says, turning away from me. “It’s almost eleven now. We have to meet the?—”
Reaching out, I snag her by the wrist and pull because less than 24-hours in and I’ve already lost my goddamned mind.
“What—” She gasps it, her clear hazel eyes flying wide, mouth hanging open when ass hits my lap. “What are you doing?”
“Practicing.” It’s a lie. I have no fucking ideawhatI’m doing. Letting go of her wrist, I wrap my hand around her bare thigh and pull her deeper into my lap.
When she feels the rigid length of my shaft under her ass cheeks, Millie lets out one of her soft, cock-jerking gasps. “Is that…” Her eyes go a little cloudy before they drop to my mouth. “Are you…”
“As a fucking rock, Princess,” I tell her, sweeping my thumb along the seam of her thighs where they’re pressed together. “I told you to stop making those sounds around me.”
“Dean…” She whispers my name, her breath going soft and shallow. “I?—”
“It’s not a big deal, remember?” I remind her. Hell, I don’t know—maybe I’m reminding myself. “Not if we don’t make it a big deal.”
“Right. Not a big deal.” Swallowing hard, Millie nods her head, her gaze falling to my mouth. “What are we practicing, exactly?”
“Touching each other.” The arm I have wrapped around her middle tightens like I’m afraid she’s going to try to run away when I say it. “Making sure you won’t jump out of your skin if PDA is necessary.”
“Oh.” What I’m saying must appeal to her practical nature because she relaxes into my chest. “That makes sense.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I say, my thumb still skimming and sweeping along the seam of her thighs. “Now… put your arm around my neck,”
“Okay.” She hesitates for a moment before she lifts her arm and hooks it around the back of my neck, the movement bringing her even closer. So close, I can feel the stiff tip of her nipple brushing against my chest. “Like this?” she whispers, her mouth so close to mine I can feel the breath of it on my cheek.
“Just like that.” My thumb brushes along the length of her thigh. “Good girl…” Like last night, when I say it, her breathing changes. Goes shallow and ragged in her chest, the clench of her thighs loosening enough to let me slip between them. Proper Princess Millie has a praise kink. Knowing that could be dangerous for both of us. “Now, your other hand goes on my chest.”
Shifting herself in my lap, Millie lifting her hand from her own knee to press it against my pec, the adjustment pushing the hand I have splayed across her stomach up the ladder of her ribcage. “Like this?” she asks, breath caught in her throat when my thumb grazes against her rock hard nipple.
