His heart skipped a beat. When he’d taken her the previous night, he’d enjoyed seeing the pleasure in her eyes when she came. Hell, he wanted to see a whole lot more—but they kept most of their clothes on, so he only appreciated glimpses of her delicious body.
When he’d called the helicopter pilot to pick them up, he decided they should each go to their respective rooms. Stretching the night would be a good idea, but he didn’t want to turn their interaction into something it wasn’t.
He walked past a couple of employees who nodded at him. At last, he stared at the heavy oak door. Besides a couple of text messages, he hadn’t talked to Izzy today. But, with his coronation looming, he had to tell her what she was in for. The meeting with his mother would be unavoidable, and she had to carry herself in such a way as to not draw much attention. Not for his sake, but hers.
Anticipation flowed through him, like he was a smitten boy about to meet his first crush, and not a grown man on the brink of ruling an entire kingdom. He knocked on the door and walked in, a smile forming on his lips, but when he found the maid who’d been assigned to her, the smile died.
She bowed to him. “Evening, Your Majesty.”
“Good evening. Where’s Ms. Lima?”
“She’s in the tub. Would you like me to get her?”
“No, thanks. I’ll do that myself. If we need anything, we’ll let the night staff know.”
“Of course. Excuse me.”
He stalked into the large bedroom. It was one of the nicest in the south wing, with a four-poster bed taking center stage, filled with frilly pillows and linens embroidered with the royal monogram. The cursive letters haunted linens, towels, and several furniture pieces—a harsh reminder of where they were. Fresh flowers occupied vases on the dresser and nightstands, giving the room a nice scent.
“Izzy?” he called out to her before barging into the bathroom. The door to the spacious bathroom was wide open, and he didn’t wait for a response.
He strode on the marbled floor to find Izzy in the lavish bathtub, the jets spraying vigorously around her. The tub was the size of a small pool and a luxury available in only a few selected suites in the castle. Candles of different sizes were scattered through the area. “Relaxing?”
She lifted her chin. “It’s been a long day, what with getting my mani-pedi and a facial. Being a king’s lover is hard work.”
“I’ll say. Mind if I join you?”
“Please do.”
He peeled off his clothes. She watched him, approval flashing in her eyes. The bathtub could easily fit two more comfortably, though the idea of sharing Izzy with anyone cooled his bloodstream.
Willing such ridiculous thoughts aside, he joined her in the tub. Soon, hot water surrounded him, and he pulled her into his arms. The feel of her bare body against his provoked a short circuit inside him. He covered her lips with his, and she parted her mouth, welcoming the relentless invasion of his tongue. Each time they kissed, his body stirred quicker, the rush in his blood heating faster.
She lowered her hand to his abs, and he sucked in his breath. She touched his belly button, then explored him lower, above his groin, and lower still. He wrenched his mouth from hers, his breathing labored.
“What are you doing?” he asked, even though he damn well knew what she was doing—he just didn’t know if he’d survive it.
“Go to the step and stand up,” she said, cocking her head in the direction of the shallow area of the tub where he could stand and his dick would stick out of the water. Hmmm. She nipped his chin, and a shudder rolled within him.
His cock sprung, the underside veins pumping with need. Lightheadedness stabbed at him, and he blinked, almost losing his balance for a moment.
“I want to catch up with you on giving oral sex.”
He followed her command, heading to the shallow area, and she did the same. “I didn’t know you were keeping tabs.”
“I’m a teacher. Keeping tabs is in my DNA,” she said, then slid her tongue down his neck, peppering kisses between licks all the way to his chest. He reached for the edge of the tub, clenching it, aroused as fuck.
“You’re so hot,” she said, caressing his taut nipples.
He groaned in response, and she gave a triumphant little chuckle, obviously enjoying the power she had over him. Not over me, he reminded himself. Over their attraction—his cock. That’s it.
She dropped to her knees, at eye level with his cock. With a sound of excitement, she clasped his dick, her warm palm gliding over his flesh. He thrust his hands in her hair, massaging her scalp vigorously. She began stroking him while playing with his balls with the other hand. Hell, his balls had never felt this full, heavy with want, throbbing.
If her touch had been tentative at first, quickly she learned what drove him insane. She closed her lush lips around his rod, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Her warm, sweet, sexy mouth.
“Fuck, Izzy. I want to fuck your mouth.”
“Soon,” she whispered, lazily running her tongue over his length. He glanced down at her, and a twinkle gleamed in her stunning, intriguing eyes. Why would anyone hide those beautiful, uniquely colored marbles?
