“What do you want, Sasha?” His voice was like silk. I bit back a sob. “Say it, Sasha.” I shook my head and covered my face. He still wasn’t moving. “Just. Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me!”
Chapter 15
Prince Walker
Isighed and stretched beneath the smooth sheets. Not my sheets…his. His sheets, his bed… I fought back a grin. Oh my God. Why had I waited so long? I’d thought it would leave me feeling cheap…dirty. Nothing like this languorous bliss. The man had just given me the single best night of sex of my entire life – and that included the two weeks of multiple orgasms he’d already subjected me to. I turned my head, glancing around, seeing the pillow abandoned beside me. I sat up in the bed, taking in that heavy silence that always lets you know when you’re entirely alone. I kept the sheet clasped over my breasts as I strained for some sign of him.
I’d been aware of him waking during that night – two of those times, he’d woken to take us over the edge again. I pressed my thighs together against the delicious ache there. But he’d been up after that, and I’d sensed him moving away.
Back into his private rooms.
What on earth did he do in there at all hours of the night?
“Alec?” I called out and then corrected myself. “Prince?” It still seemed impossible to use that name with him rather than the one I’d met him as. Alec on the dance floor. Alec in the club. Prince in my bed…in my body. He’d taken me and ruled my world for those few short hours.
I would never be the same. I knew it more surely than anything.
Keeping the sheet draped around me, I clambered off the bed and made my way through the house, wondering if he’d gone out. It was Saturday and there should be no need to go to the office, but it occurred to me that I had little knowledge of his regular routine. Two weeks…two inconceivable weeks was all it had taken to turn my world upside down.
As I made my way to the kitchen, I spotted my purse on the counter, where he must have dropped it last night. In our headlong rush to the bedroom, I’d taken no notice of such things. I reached for it now, sliding my hand in to extract my phone. I looked at my screen and blinked hard. My mailbox was full, my text messages numbered in the hundreds and the icon for voicemail was flashing.What the heck?
I scrolled past dozens of messages from numbers I didn’t recognize, then stopped when I saw a string of them from Renée. It would take too long to go through them all; I hit the call button and dialed straight through to her.
“Jesus, Sash! What the actual fuck!” she shrieked without bothering with the pleasantries of “hello” or “how are you.”
“Ren?” I said tentatively.
“Fuck! What the…What the fuck?”
“Um…could you be more specific?” I prompted.
“Prince Walker?” she squawked. “Prince fucking Walker?”
“You know him?” I said.
“Know him? Do I fucking know him?”
This conversation was going nowhere fast. She was answering every question with a screaming “what the fuck?”
“Of course I know him!” she finally continued. “Notknowknow him…everyoneknowshim! He owns half the city, for fuck’s sakes!”
I hadn’t known him, but it seemed churlish to point that out now. “What’s your point, babe?”
“You said you were on a job! What the hell kind of job involves getting engaged to fucking Prince Walker?”
“The kind that pays well,” I replied. Maybe I was being a bitch. I couldn’t help it. I’d woken up horny and my new favorite toy was out of the building. “How did you find out about it anyhow?” I asked, ambling over to the refrigerator, and pulling out a carton of milk. I was thirsty enough to drain the whole damn cow. I’d probably gushed out enough fluids to dehydrate myself last night.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Renée’s voice had turned sarcastic. “You’re on every fucking tabloid cover in the country.”
“What?” I frowned, the carton poised at my lips. Understanding was dawning. The camera flashes, the press. Geez…had the sex knocked my brain out of my head?
“Duh! Yeah! What did you expect? He proposed to you in front of half the A-listers in the city and then dragged you out in front of the media. You didn’t think that would ping somebody’s radar?”
I rubbed my eyes. “I guess so.” I wanted to get back into bed. With Prince.
“Well, doll, you pinged a lot of fucking radars last night. And one of them has your fucking brother on the wrong end of a razor blade.”
