Last night, Royal gave me a bath. At my request, he kept my hair dry, but personally washed me, running a washcloth over all my curves. I may have had another mini orgasm or two, just from his thorough washing of my princess parts.
He scooped me from the tub, drying me off with the same thoroughness and intensity he does everything—from fixingespresso machines to giving me orgasms. Then he took me to bed and made it clear how beautiful he thinks I am.
Now I’m in his bed, still drowsy. I twitch in preparation to inch away, and Royal’s arm tightens.
“Leah,” he murmurs against the back of my neck.
“I wasn’t trying to wake you,” I whisper. “I should go.” A one-night stand only lasts one night. I have no cause to feel disappointed.
“It's snowing. You sleep now.” His voice is muffled by my hair.
“What time is it?”
With a soft snarl, he moves, craning around to check the clock. “Six in the morning. February fourteenth.”
No wonder I woke up. This is prime baking time.
I push against Royal’s hard arm, but it doesn’t budge. “I need to get to work.”
“The shop is still closed,” he says, sounding fully awake now. “Not only because of snow. Your boss is also going to wait until the shop has undergone repairs.”
“You talked to him?” After the final round of sexy times, I passed out. Probably only a handful of hours ago.
“My men did.”
“He’s all right? And Cedella?”
“Both doing fine. We can call them whenever you like.”
I lick my lips. Sooner or later, I’m going to need to return home. But maybe I can keep the fantasy a little while longer.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” I say, even as I let myself relax against Royal.
He nuzzles the back of my neck. “Did you have plans?”
“Not really.” I’d be making vanilla cupcakes with strawberry pink frosting, and red velvet cupcakes topped with thick cream cheese frosting.
“No date?”
“Not since my ex dumped me a year ago. The day before Valentine’s Day.” So he could take the girl he really wanted out on a date. “Since then, I’ve been alone.”
“Not anymore.” Royal kisses the back of my neck, his lips soft and sweet. It feels so good, I close my eyes.
“Eventually, I have to go back to my life,” I manage in a shaky voice.
“Or… You could stay here with me.” He rolls me onto my back and rises over me, a satisfied look on his face. “I have lots to offer… Everything you desire. Stay until I show you it all.”
I’m naked and so is he. It’s very distracting. “This is ridiculous.” My voice comes out a pant.
He’s wide awake now. He pushes my legs apart. “You can’t leave. We're snowed in.” His cock bobs as he looks down at me. “Looks like you'll be here a little while longer.”
“I guess.” I lick my lips, staring at the dark shape of his cock.
“Come here,” he demands, pulling me up with him. I don’t even have time to protest before he bundles me into his lap. I look up at him and he kisses me, mouth traveling down my jaw, to my neck. He drags his teeth over my skin, holding me close. It’s just the two of us, a sea of blankets, with the snow falling thick and heavy outside.
He tips me back, cradling me in strong arms. My nerves tingle and I tilt my head back, letting him kiss down the line of my shoulder to my breasts. He shifts, laying me down so he can devour my skin, licking over my left breast, pulling my nipple into a tight bud.
“Wait, stop,” I say as his hand skims down between my thighs. He pauses and his gaze travels up my body, his eyes intense as he looks at me.
