“Yes, Sir Galahad! Most noble and pure! The best of all knights!”
After that, she collapsed on top of him.
Surely if there is a heaven, he thought, as he stroked her hair,she has to be there.
She placed her lips next to his ear and muttered, “If there’s a hell, you’re going there. Because you, Sir Stick Up His Ass, are a fucking asshole.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
Ceci and Clarke
Ceci
You called him what?” Pixel cried over the phone.
Ceci sat on one of the red velvet chairs in the living room of the Lord Harrowby Suite at the Biltmore Mayfair hotel in London. They’d arrived a couple of hours ago, having driven here from the Clarke estate.
“Sir Galahad,” Ceci muttered, looking out the window behind her at Grosvenor Square.
Pixel broke out in raucous laughter. “What the—Wait. Where is he now?”
“He’s passed out in the bedroom.”
“You didn’t knock him unconscious again, did you?”
“No … he’s just tired.”
“Aunt Delulu would be so proud.” Pixel paused. “You know, it actually makes sense that you would call himSir Galahad.”
“During sex?”
“Well, no, that’s weird. But if there’s any twenty-first century male that’s channeling the Sir Galahad vibe, it’s him. But what made you say it? I mean, at such a moment. How did your brain even go there?”
“Rocco’s nieces called him Sir Galahad. And then the fencing and all the knightly talk.”
“Knightly talk?”
“Yeah, likemilady. Andwhat wager dost thou set?If I best thee, shall I claim that which mine heart and body doth most desire?”
“That’s kind of hot. So what was the wager? There was a wager, wasn’t there? Please tell me there was a wager.”
Ceci chuckled. “If I won, he was going to have to kneel at my feet.”
“And if he won?”
“He wouldn’t tell me. But I figured he wanted to come up to my room and we would have sex. I mean I could feel the vibes. And after Barcelona …”
“Yeah, that vertical sex.”
Pixel was right. Dancing the tango with Sir Leo Clarke was that good.
“So what did he want?”
“After he won, he dropped his sword, kneeled at my feet, and went down on me.”
Pixel gasped. “So he knelt at your feet anyway. Damn, that is hot.”
Ceci sighed. “Yeah, but now, I’m going to have to call him Sir Galahad every time we have sex.”
