I didn’t speak, but Oliver read my answer on my face anyway. He reached up to cup the left side of my neck, his thumb gently brushing my jaw. “Laidie…”
“Shhh,” I said, still trying to wrap my mind around this conversation. He had wanted a relationship and respected me so much that he had accepted what he thought was my “no,” giving me the space he thought I wanted.
But maybe it did all work out in the end. After the call from Dr. Bonafonte yesterday, none of it really mattered. He was a prince; even without being first in line for the throne, he’d be expected to have children someday, and I likely couldn’t give him that anyway.
My heart ached as he tenderly tucked my hair behind my ear.
“My dad said you organized tonight’s event?” he murmured, more of a question than a statement.
I nodded. “I have volunteers helping tonight but yes. I did the majority of the planning.”
Even in the dim light, I could see the corners of his eyes crinkle, something like pride in their depths. “It’s amazing.You’reamazing, Laidie. You’ve always had such a big heart. It’s one of the things I admire most about you.”
His thumb gently brushed the soft spot just under my ear and any remaining resolve I had crumbled.
Fuck it. This was one night, and I needed this—needed him. After the stress of planning the gala and the diagnosis, I needed a few minutes to simply be young and maybe a little bit stupid.
I grabbed Oliver’s lapels and pulled him down to me. Our lips crashed together and I slid my tongue into his mouth, welcoming his every groan.
“Mmm, Adelaide. I’ve missed you so much.” He pulled the hair at the nape of my neck and tilted my head back a little. “I’ve spent countless nights thinking about what it would feel like if I ever got the chance to do this again.”
I wasn’t going to admit to him that I had imagined the same thing on multiple occasions. No, I wouldn’t tell him that he was the one I fantasized about on lonely nights with my vibrator.
He trailed kisses down my neck and nipped my collarbone. God, that felt good.
“More of that,” I whispered as he sucked my earlobe between his teeth. He really did know how to make my body sing. There had been other partners and a couple of boyfriends over the years, but none had ever really known exactly what I liked. But Oliver just knew, as though he wasinside of my mind to understand what I wanted even before I did.
His hands traveled down my thighs, and he pulled up my skirt, his fingers finding my wet center.
“Laidie, you’re not wearing any panties,” he moaned as he put his forehead on my shoulder like he was in pain.
“I couldn’t find anything that didn’t show through this dress.”
“I’ll be sending the designer a thank-you note later,” he said as he pushed one finger into me and caught my mouth in another deep kiss.
I couldn’t contain the moan that slipped out. His finger slid in and out before he added another one. His hands worked magic as they found that spot inside of me that made me go wild.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed. “Yes. Right there. Oh my God, Oliver.”
He sucked my lip into his mouth and bit down lightly, setting me off. I was coming all over his hand. I tried to be quiet, but it felt so good that I couldn’t.
Oliver softly laughed into my ear. “Fuck, I love those noises you make. Don’t hold back.”
I had to remind myself that we were in a closet at the school where I worked—at an eventIhad planned, no less—and I absolutely could not be caught having sex with the prince of Wexstone. But fuck if I didn’t want more.
“Do you have a condom?” I whispered.
He paused for a beat before asking, “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I want to have some fun.”
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a condom, his mouth tipping up on one side. “Would you think badly of me if I told you that I made sure to bring this tonight, in hopes of seeing you?”
I huffed a laugh. It was a cocky move, but the thought of him missing me as much as I had missed him over the years did soften my heart a little.
I grabbed the condom out of his hand and slid down to my knees, my dress splaying out around me like a small pond of pink chiffon. I unzipped his trousers and pulled his hardened cock from his tight boxer briefs.
A bead of precum sat on his tip, and I leaned forward to lick it off. The guttural groan that Oliver made had me preening. I grabbed his balls and squeezed lightly as I took the rest of him into my mouth, rolling my tongue along the bottom of his cock.
