“Knox,” she moaned.
“Mmm,” I responded.
“I want you so badly,” she said between kisses, “but I promised Oliver we wouldn’t fuck in his office.”
I pulled my head back quickly and looked her in her eyes, questioning if I had heard her correctly. “You what?” I smiled.
She let out a soft laugh, which made her free tit bounce in my hand. That did not help the situation in my pants.
“After he brought me up and told me that we could talk in here, he joked as he left that I had to promise we wouldn’t have hot make-up sex in his office.”
“So what you’re saying is we could have hot ‘I love you’ sex in here?” I asked as I nipped the side of her neck.
She let out another one of those soft moans that I loved so much.
“Plus, your family is waiting downstairs to start Christmas Eve dinner.”
I knew she was right, and I knew that we needed to get down there, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to finish what we had started so badly.
“I promise that once we get back to your house tonight, I will more than make up for the lost time,” she said, her hand on my chest.
“Let’s get down there then and get Christmas started,” I sighed. “I’m just going to need like five minutes before this goes down.” I gestured to the dick that was making himself known by the bulge in my pants.
“Poor thing,” Birdie laughed as she grabbed and rubbed at it.
“Baby, you are not helping,” I moaned.
“Sorry.” She gave me a salacious smile.
“Can you pass the bowl of sunflower seeds, please,” Belle asked her mom, Freya.
Freya’s cheeks turned red as she grabbed the small glass bowl that sat in front of her daughter and placed a little pile of the seeds on Belle’s plate.
“Belle, I’m begging you to please not throw the kernels on the floor like we do outside in the summer,” Freya whispered into her youngest daughter's ear.
Belle let out a high-pitched giggle and nodded. We were gathered around the long formal dining table in the grand dining hall for Christmas Eve dinner, Freya and her two girls joining us for the family dinner before the official party started.
I couldn’t have imagined being there and being as happy as I was. When I woke up that morning, I was dreading every moment of dinner and the party later that night. But with Birdie beside me, and us working through all the logistics of everything that had taken place over the last few months, I didn’t think that I could be any happier.
“Bernadette,” Evelyn said from across the table, “Oliver told me that you are going to be the new art curator here at the palace?”
“That’s the plan.” Birdie grinned. “We agreed that after the holidays, I could start.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful. I’ll make sure my secretary sets up a meeting with your secretary after you’re all settled in. I have a few pieces that I would like to move from the country house to here, and then there are a few that I would like to sell.”
“That sounds great.” She smiled warmly at Evelyn and then leaned over to me and whispered, “Holy shit, I’m going to have a secretary. What kind of world is this?”
“Welcome to being a part of the palace staff. It’s a fucking trip,” I laughed into her ear.
“So, are things official with you two?” Rosie asked from beside me.
I looked from Rosie to Birdie and then grabbed Birdie’s hand and placed it in my lap.
“Yes,” Birdie answered before I could. “We’re as official as Knox would like to make us, I think.”
That wasn’t true. At least not yet. I wanted Birdie to be in my future forever. I wanted her to not only work for the palace and the royal family, but I wanted her to be an official part of the royal family, at least as much as I was a part of the royal family. I wanted her to officially be mine in every way there was. And I planned on making that known soon.
“Ugh!” Rosie huffed, and I gave her an inquisitive look. Was she upset that Birdie and I had worked things out? This was going to be tough if the whole family wasn’t on board.
