Page 52 of Fit for a King

“I’m the king. I can be anywhere I like.”

I glanced at the door and then back at him. “Is this some secret passage only kings know about?”

“Well, Gabriel and I made it our mission to find all the hidden corners of this place when we were kids.”

“This is making more sense now. Getting into mischief even then.” I ran a finger down over the blue suit I’d pulled out for him a few hours earlier, and he put his hand over mine, holding it against his chest. I could feel his pulse, faster than usual and probably matching mine. The fact that he’d done this, snuck down here because he couldn’t wait to see me, had me not wanting to waste another second.

I launched myself forward, stealing his lips in a kiss I’d been aching for all day. If he was surprised, it only lasted a heartbeat, and then he was kissing me back, responding with an urgency that shot sparks through my whole body.

I had no idea what this room had been used for in the past, but it was small, barely enough room to stumble a couple of steps back into the wall—only it was His Majesty that I had pushed up against it, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

I caged him in, pressing my body up against his, feeling his dick harden against my thigh.

“You taste like tea and honey,” I whispered against his mouth, that delicious mouth that I couldn’t stop myself from tasting again. I knew his schedule, knew he’d just come from a meeting over tea that one of the housemaids had brought up an hour ago.

I licked inside his mouth, and we devoured each other like it’d been days and not hours since we’d last seen each other. The fact he’d come to find me when I’d only been minutes from entering his chambers was a true testament to the fact that he wanted this, wanted me, just as much as I wanted him.

It was a fact I was still trying to wrap my mind around, one I knew not to linger on, because if I thought too hard about who it was I was pressed up against in this room, I would bolt like all the times before.

I smoothed my hands down the lapels of his suit to the buttons and flicked them open, wanting to get closer. Then I shoved the material aside and slid my hands around his waist to his ass. His low groan made my cock throb as he arched into me, and I rocked up against him, wanting the friction.

“Noah…” he said on a ragged breath as he tore his mouth free. I could still smell his cologne from earlier that morning as I kissed and sucked my way along his warm skin. “Yes. God, yes. Keep going.”

I nuzzled my nose in under his ear. “Wouldn’t you rather go to your chambers?”

Nicholas reached for my hips and pulled my body to his, rubbing his stiff cock against mine. “I don’t want to go anywhere that requires letting you go.”

I flicked his lobe with my tongue and brought a hand between us, flattened my palm over his erection, and rubbed up and down.

“Fuck,” he muttered, grinding into my palm.

“You like that?” I whispered by his ear.

“So damn much. Undo them.”

My heart thundered at the order. There was something so sexy about making such a regal man come undone. Nicholas was forgetting all proper etiquette and throwing caution to the wind.

He turned his head on the wall and locked eyes with me. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

I leaned forward and nipped at his lower lip as I reached for the button of his pants. It popped free, and Nicholas sucked in a breath as I drew the zipper down.

He was anticipating every move I made. How I’d kiss him next. Touch him. His heart thundered with it, and when I finally slipped my hand inside his briefs, he cursed.

The sound flipped some kind of switch for both of us. I captured his mouth in a fervent kiss, one that heated me from the inside out, as I wrapped my fingers around his rigid length and squeezed.

I couldn’t get enough of him. The taste of him made my cock strain against the tight confines of my tailored pants. His thick length was hot and velvety in my hand as I began to stroke him.

Nicholas had one hand on my ass and moved the other to the back of my neck to hold me to him, gripping the back of my hair as he angled his head to get a deeper slide into my mouth.

Jesus. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so ravenous for another. But the more he kissed me, the more I wanted. I felt greedy as hell. I was seconds away from spinning him around and pulling his pants completely free.

But I wasn’t sure how much time we had, wasn’t sure how secure this room was. Hell, I didn’t even know what this room was. So the least I could do for us was give him some sense of privacy and keep him behind me as I grazed my thumb over the head of his cock.

“Ah, fuck, Noah.”

“Use my hand,” I whispered. “Fuck my fist, Your Majesty.”

“Is that an order?” Nicholas’s chest heaved against me, his eyes dark and dilated as he stared into mine, and I knew it wouldn’t take him long.