“Yeah because you’re more beautiful than the Venus de Milo at the Louvre. More beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen.”
“I think you might be exaggerating a bit. No?”
“No. You take my breath away.”
My cheeks heated even more and I wondered what shade of red I was, butbefore I could spend time thinking about it, he rolled me onto my back. Pushing my thighs apart with his knee, he slid between them.
“Condom or no?”
“I don’t care, I’m safe either way.” For a moment I thought he was going to stop and search for one, instead he rubbed his dick against my clit and along my nether lips, then slid slowly into my pussy. Thrusting deeper each time, and rubbing the magic spot sending me into another mind-blowing bout of ecstasy. Quivering from head to toe, I wondered if it was possible to die from too much sex. If so it’d be an amazing way to go.
Chapter Twelve
Flame…
There is nothing worse than waking up because you’ve gotta take a leak. The last thing I wanted to do was move. Michelle was curled against my side, her leg resting on mine, but damn if I didn’t have to take a piss. I don’t know how but I managed to get out of bed without waking her but I wasn’t so lucky getting back in.
“Mmm…hi baby. What time is it?”
I laughed, I couldn’t help it. The first thing she asks after we have incredible mind blowing sex is the time? Maybe I need to try harder next time. Glancing at the alarm clock I was shocked. “Damn. It’s four thirty already. You must have really worn me the fuck out.” I swear she purred just like a cat, as she stretched.
“You wore me out too. I guess there’s no getting out of dinner, huh?”
“I doubt it. You saw how they were this morning. Besides we have to figure out what we’re going to do as far as livingarrangements.” Her smile drooped and I cursed myself for my fucking big mouth again. “It’ll be okay. We’ll figure something out. No pouting.”
“Uh huh,” she murmured and yawned.
“Do you want some coffee? I can call Room Service?”
“Nah. I’ll be fine once I get up. You are quite the stud muffin, Mr. Flame.” Giggling she threw her pillow at me. “Can you imagine if that skank in England realized what she was missing?”
“I’d actually rather forget the whole fucking thing.” I hoped it wasn’t the start of an argument but she was in a playful mood. Instead of hitting the shower we spent the next half hour having a pillow fight. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one, I was maybe ten? I don’t know how we didn’t tear open the pillows as we ran through the suite swinging at each other.
I caught her off guard when she thought she had enough clearance go around me behind the couch. Grabbing hold of my curvy beauty I pinned her to the soft cushions. “You’re my prisoner. No escapingallowed.” She was absolutely adorable and I wasn’t ready to share her with anyone else yet. Would she play along?
“But kind, sir. I have to prepare for dinner with the royal chaos family. You surely can’t expect me to greet them in such disarray.”
Laughing, as she batted her eyes trying to look all innocent. “You will need to pay the ransom. Or you will be forced to remain in my mighty prison.”
“Oh no. Whatever shall I do? What is the ransom?”
“Hmm you are fair of face, I’d wager I could get a pretty penny at the market for you.”
She was trying to look horrified but couldn’t stop laughing. I might have helped a little since I was tickling her sides. “No please, sir. Anything. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything you say?” I gazed in to her eyes and our smiles disappeared. Claiming her lips in a kiss hot enough to light us on fire, we were breathless by the time I pulled her up. “I guess the kiss will do.”
I thought for a moment she was disappointed, but she smiled, and her entire face lit up. “Thank you kindly, sir. Now I must away and get ready.”
“I love you, Michelle.”
One minute she was laughing and happy and then the color drained from her face. Without a word she ran into the bathroom. No I hadn’t meant to tell her like that, but it fuckin’ popped out and it’d felt so right. Hell, I loved her, had for months. Didn’t she feel the same? Did I make another huge fuckin’ mistake?
The bathroom door was locked, so I knocked. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a bit.”
I could hear the tears in her voice even with the shower going. What the fuck? Was I just a fuck buddy after all? It sure seemed like she’d fallen for me. Grabbing a beer from the mini-bar I wondered what the hell I’d done. Maybe I surprised her? Shit I surprised myself. So much for fuckin’ spontaneous.
