“How are you so good at that?” Zara arches into my touch.
“You make it easy, love.” I move to her other nipple, as Zara grinds herself over my dick, spreading her wetness around. “But I’m going to need you to fuck me now.”
Zara’s fingers find my hair, pulling my head back. Staring into my eyes, she lowers herself down. Once she’s fully seated, she takes a few settling breaths. I mirror her. It feels good. Too good.
Zara rises, sliding back down, spinning her hips to find her own pleasure. Bloody hell, it feels amazing. She continues to ride me, my own orgasm just out of reach. Her eyes are blazing with fire as she doesn’t break contact. Drawing one hand down, I find her clit. Rubbing tight circles around the bundle of nerves, I can tell when she starts to crack. Her movements become more erratic.
I try to fight the heat raging through me, but it erupts from me as she starts to pulse around my dick. I growl as I come, thrusting up into her. Her movements start to still as our orgasms take over. I clutch her to me, needing to stay grounded.
This woman drives me wild in the best way. She makes me feel something I’ve never felt before. And damn, if I won’t spend my entire life trying to make her feel the same.
I slip out of Zara, dropping her on the loveseat at my side. I’m spent. Sated. Happier than I can ever remember being.
“I guess we should return to the party?” Zara pokes my still clothed side. Her breasts are exposed, and her dress is around her waist. My dick is hanging out of my pants. We’re quite the picture.
“Like this wouldn’t make front page news tomorrow. Future King and Queen naked at current Queen’s Garden Party.” I throw my hands up, mimicking the news.
“I’d be thrown out on my arse if that were to happen.” She says it in jest, but I can’t help but grow concerned.
“You know if anything happens, I’ll protect you, right?”
She shifts in my arms, looking up at me. “I know.” There’s doubt in her voice. I don’t know why she would think I wouldn’t protect her from everything this life brings with it. “It’s just hard to predict what they are going to say about us.”
I swing her legs over my lap, righting her dress around her before tucking myself back into my pants. This conversation feels too heavy to be doing it partially clothed.
“You have nothing to be worried about. You’re the most stand-up person I know. Hell, that’s why Mum picked you.”
She winces at that statement. “I know, but what if someone were to sneak in here and take pictures of us right now?”
“You know that’s not going to happen.”
“I know. It’s hard to shut off the worry sometimes. I’m not used to this crazy life, and some days it seems really hard.”
Is she doubting me? Why would she tell me she loves me if she were going to turn around and dump me? Fuck, this nagging feeling starts tugging at the edges of my brain. I’ve never been a one-woman kind of man, because I didn’t see the point. But with Zara? She’s all I can see.
“Hey.” Cupping my chin, she turns me to face her. “It’s the press I’m worried about. Not you. You and I are solid. Don’t doubt us.”
Easier said than done.
Chapter Twenty
James
“This is the charity you’d like to set up?” Mum’s voice is quiet as she reviews my proposal for her. I’m usually not one to worry about things like this, but for once, I’m taking an active role in my future instead of letting someone hand it to me. I’ll be the first to admit I’ve been acting like a shithead to her these last few weeks, but I was angry.
“Yes. After we took the Smythsons to the football club last week, Zara said it’d be perfect for me. I love sports and children, so why not mix the two? We can help those who are in hospital and set up some programs with local clubs.”
Mum stands, rounding her desk to stand in front of me. “This is what I’ve been looking for from you, darling.”
My eyes shoot to hers, confusion no doubt written all over my face. “Really?”
“Yes.” Her hands cup my cheeks, a sense of pride emanating from her. “For so long, you did whatever you wanted because you could. And I’m afraid that’s partially my fault for focusing so much on your sister. But I wanted you to find something you were passionate about. And this is it.”
“You really think so?” I hate that my voice sounds timid and scared. But needing her approval is key to making this happen.
“Run with this, James. I have no doubt you’ll see all the success in the world. And I’m so pleased to see Zara helping you with this.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Thanks, Mum.” I stand, giving her a hug. It feels pretty damn good having her seal of approval on this.
