He was thoughtful and made sure I got a break when needed and that I had plenty of snacks and water throughout the day. He even requested that the team buy my favorite moisturizing hand sanitizer so that my skin wouldn’t crack or dry out while trying to stay healthy after shaking so many hands.
His unending thoughtfulness made it so much harder to keep my feelings tucked away in their little box.
After a while, the water began to grow cold, so I drained it, dried off, lotioned up, and climbed into the large bed.
Okay, well this is heaven.The mattress cushioned me like a cloud. The sheets were cool and felt serene against my skin. The plush comforter was lightweight enough that it didn’tfeel suffocating. This bed was up there with my bed at the palace.
I grabbed my e-reader from the nightstand and turned it on. From the time I was young, reading before bed had helped shut my brain off so I could sleep. I usually intended to read a chapter or two, although often that turned into more like half a book.
I picked up where I had left off in my current romantasy read. The vampire king’s heir had just tracked down the fae princess and had her pinned against a tree in the forbidden forest. I knew exactly where this plot line was going and was eating it up. I could tell this was going to be an extra-spicy scene.
As the scene progressed, the vampire ran his hand up the princess’s thigh. Unbidden memories of my first night with Oliver filled my mind as I read, reliving the way he had run his large hands up my own thighs as he started to tease me with his tongue, how he had eaten me out like I was his last meal. I remembered how that first orgasm from him had been the best I’d ever had before or since. It didn’t help that the vampire heir had been described as having blond hair and silver eyes just like Oliver’s. It was hardnotto imagine him.
I closed my eyes and slid my hand down my stomach and under the waistband of my silk sleep shorts. I was already wet and it made it easy to slide my fingers through myself. I found my clit and rubbed slow, lazy circles over it like it was Oliver’s tongue.
God, that feels so good.
I took my finger and pushed it in, remembering the euphoric feeling I felt every time he pushed inside of me. A soft moan escaped my lips.
“Mmm…what are you doing over there?” a deep voice said.
I shot straight up from the bed, the comforter falling around my waist, and quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts.
“Oliver! What the fuck?”
“Oh, Laidie,” he said as he shut the door. “Please don’t stop on my account.”
A sly half-smile adorned his face as he stood against the bedroom door and looked at me.
My face heated in embarrassment. “Oliver,” I growled in frustration. “I thought you’d be with Anton for the rest of the night.” I briefly considered if it would be possible to climb out one of the windows and run away, never to be seen again.
My eyes widened as Oliver walked toward me like he was a lion and I was his prey. Even in my mortification, my core heated again.
Oliver made it to the side of the bed and picked up my e-reader from where I had dropped it on top of the comforter, glancing over the screen.
“Hey,” I said with zero authority in my voice. “Give that back.”
“Why, Ms. Levy, what are you reading?” He held the e-reader out as I weakly tried to grab it back. He began to read aloud, “He slowly lowered himself to his knees, grabbed her leg, and draped it over his shoulder. She moaned in delight as he brushed his tongue through her core. Sucking her into his mouth, he pushed one finger into her wet center, causing her to cry in ecstasy.” Oliver looked at me with one eyebrow cocked. “Adelaide…”
I suppressed the urge to pull the covers over my head, instead puffing out my chest with bravado I didn’t feel. “So? I like to read spicy romantasy books. Don’t try to shame me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.”
Oliver’s voice lowered an octave. “Oh, I’m not shaming you, Laidie. This is sexy. I understand why you’d get turned on reading it.”
“Wait, what?” I was taken aback. He was into it? It took me a minute to register that he was now standing over me, holding out the e-reader for me to take back.
“Please, keep going. Don’t stop on my account.” His smile was absolutely feral.
The blood rushed back to my cheeks, burning them even redder. “I’m…um…no. I’m tired. I need to go to sleep anyway.”
“No, you’re not.” He looked me up and down. “You’re still turned on and it’d be a shame to fall asleep without releasing that pent-up excitement.”
He reached forward, running the back of his knuckles over the nipple standing at attention through my pajama top. I couldn’t help the shiver that rolled through my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying hard not to let loose the moan begging to be heard.
“I’m….” I cleared my throat. “Fine.”
Oliver didn’t hold back his eye roll as he started to make his way around the bed. I watched with rapt attention as he shucked off his shirt and pants, then climbed onto the bed wearing only his boxer briefs. He grabbed the device back out of my hand.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
