Page 53 of Fit for a King

“Yes. I want to watch you come.”

He growled and gripped my hip and lapel, thrusting forward and shoving his sticky cock through my fist. I braced a hand on the wall and, as he started to drive forward, shoved my tongue between his lips and captured every sound that escaped him.

It was one of the most intimate and erotic moments of my life. It was also completely forbidden on every level, which made everything even more intense.

We both knew we were stealing this moment, that we were tempting fate by being together like this. One wrong look, one wrong word, and his engagement to the Prince of Solterra would end—not to mention that I would be out of a job.

But no matter how hard we’d tried to walk away, we always seemed to find ourselves back in each other’s arms.

“Noah, I’m⁠—”

“I know. I want you to.” He licked his lower lip, and I kissed up his jaw and told him, “It would be my pleasure. Sir. ”

“Fuck.”

Nicholas’s hands tightened on me and his hips punched forward, thrusting his cock into my fist. I pumped him until he was in a frenzied state, bucking his hips against me, and then he arched forward from the wall and bit into the shoulder of my livery jacket, his tall body tense as cum shot into my hand and he began to shake, the wave of ecstasy sweeping him up and then under in one giant wave.

My jacket muffled his groan as the warmth of his arousal coated my hand. It was even hotter than in my fantasies, because no matter how wild my imagination, I never would’ve pictured Nicholas stealing me into a forgotten room downstairs and coming all over my palm.

It was the sexiest moment of my life.

I slowed my strokes and Nicholas lifted his head to kiss me, a slow, languid melding of the mouths that was both a thank you and a promise for another time.

My cock jerked with interest, even though we were already risking getting caught if we stayed here any longer. But I wasn’t going to be the one to walk away, not this time.

“Incredible,” he murmured against my lips.

“Yes,” I said. “You are.”

He pulled back to look at me, and God, he was even more gorgeous with his lips swollen and eyes dazed. How the hell would he be able to walk out of here without anyone noticing?

How would I? Surely I looked just as wrecked, and his cum still dripped from my hand.

Nicholas glanced down between us and tucked his cock back into his pants. Then he shrugged out of his jacket and reached for my hand.

“Wait, no—” I started when I realized what he was doing, but he apparently moved faster than my lust-addled brain, and wrapped the jacket around my hand to wipe it off. “Just how do you plan to explain cum on your jacket, sir?” I teased.

“The king doesn’t have to explain anything.”

“So there are perks to being the man on top.”

“Maybe you can tell me the first time we spend the night together.”

It took half a second for his words to penetrate my brain, but once they did…holy shit.

He chuckled softly at the look on my face before leaning in for another kiss. Then he folded his soiled jacket and hung it over his arm. “I have to go, but I’d like to continue this conversation later…in my chambers.”

I would’ve agreed to anything then. “I’d like that…Nicholas.”

He stroked my cheek, giving me one last look, and then he flicked off the light. Seconds later, a door opened, and he was gone.

18

NICHOLAS

THE SECRET TUNNELS that ran through the palace were more narrow than I remembered them being—but it had been at least fifteen years since I’d used them. Originally built centuries ago so the king could escape if under threat, they were no longer in use, except by nosy twin boys who wanted to torture their nannies by disappearing. Although Gabriel had used them well into his twenties to sneak out of the palace grounds.

I, on the other hand, had been much more under the monarchy’s thumb, and wouldn’t have attempted that even if I’d wanted to.