He switched breasts, lapping at her nipple, and with a now free hand, he glided it down until he caressed the apex of her thighs. “No underwear.”
The stylist had advised against lingerie to avoid any lines. She’d never worn the kind of clothes that needed to conceal anything. “Are you disappointed?”
He slid three fingers inside her pussy, and she arched toward him, desire dimming her vision. Her blood pounded at her temples, and she chewed on her lip, afraid she’d moan too loud. Sure, the partition gave them visual privacy, but could his driver still hear them? “So wet.” He continued playing with her folds, adding this thumb to the party, then grabbed her breast again, sucking it.
A tremor coursed through her, and she rode his hand, loving how she’d come to learn how to climax. She shoved her hand into his pants and stroked his cock, already hard and pulsing into her palm.
“Tonight, my love, it’s time to explore your sweet ass,” he said, whispering in her ear.
During their time together, he’d eaten her ass, played with it, and in the last few days, started to finger it, using a special lube he’d bought, manipulating her hole to prepare her for anal sex. The simple idea raised her internal temperature even more.
“Yes,” she purred, the idea whipping her like a flog. Weeks prior, she’d have been surprised at her acquiescence. Now she couldn’t wait for him to claim every part of her as his. To give to him and keep giving. To—
A ding from the speaker startled her.
He continued kissing her, teasing her pussy, but the ding continued.
“Sir, I apologize,” the voice from the speaker said. The driver. “Your mother has tried to call you and since you seemed busy, she called me and asked me to tell you she needs to talk to you immediately.”
Nassor let out a long sigh, and she automatically slid off him. The warmth and fun disappeared like lint inside the vacuum cleaner. He ran his fingers down his face, his expression sobering. “I need to have a serious talk with my mother. I was hoping it didn’t have to be tonight.”
She squeezed his knee. “Is anything wrong?”
“Nothing you should worry about. We’ll arrive shortly.”
He recomposed himself, zipping his pants. She pretended to look outside, but an acid sensation spilled into her stomach. She touched it, willing it away, but the sourness nagged at her, making her shift in her seat even if that meant avoiding his gaze. Damn.
He’d have a serious conversation with his mother—possibly about her meddling in his personal life? She’d thought she and Nassor had made progress when he’d confided in her during their visit to the bed-and-breakfast. Now he told her not to worry about whatever made him stop the make-out session. Could she not worry?
She swallowed the lump of frustration lodging in her throat. Realization rolled down her throat, and the bile gave way to a sweeter aftertaste. She clapped her hand over her mouth, unwilling to share out loud what her mind and heart were just beginning to process.
I care for Nassor, and that’s a big fucking problem.
Chapter Ten
“One more picture, please, Your Highness,” the official photographer of the event said, gesturing at him and the director of the museum.
“The last one,” Nassor said, but managed to smile when the director faced the camera and grinned.
The flash almost blinded him, or perhaps it’d been the last thirty minutes since his arrival. From the red carpet to the entrance, guests had waved at him, bowed, watched. The more extroverted ones asked for pictures, and how could he deny them? His presence at the fund-raiser had enticed dozens of people to attend, and he couldn’t play hard to get now. Not when he wanted to find his mother in the crowd and tell her off for once and for all.
If she wanted to continue living in the castle, she had to live her own life. How did she expect him to marry four women while she acted like the fifth? Nope. Too much. He’d always been by her side, sure, but he’d left their home at eighteen and focused on studying then making money. He supported her—even financially after he’d made it with his financial investment firm—but this kind of intrusion wasn’t healthy for any of them. Maybe she saw something in Izzy that threatened her.
He shook the hands of another official, then the event director walked him to his VIP table, where Izzy had been waiting for him. To keep her from having to stand around while they took pictures of him, he’d asked the organizer to show her to his table as soon as they’d arrived.
His heart palpitated in anticipation, a low heat simmering in his blood when he shortened the gap between him and the table. Izzy read the brochure with pictures and facts about the museum. When she lifted her gaze and they found each other, she gave him an uneasy smile.
He marched to the table, hoping his mother wouldn’t have ruined this for him. She was supposed to come, but in her own limo. The few empty seats at their table showed they’d have company—most likely a couple of crème de la crème from Gwokon City. Boring types that tried to impress him with their talks of overpriced liquor and exclusive events.
He sat next to her and caught a whiff of her feminine scent. A need to touch her tingled the tip of his fingers, but he didn’t indulge. “Hey.”
She squared her shoulders. “Hi.”
An emotion he couldn’t read flashed in her eyes. Why was she wearing the contacts again? Ever since that night when she’d told him, he’d encouraged her to remove them. “Sorry for leaving you alone. Had to go make rounds and shake some hands.”
“I fully understand. I was thinking, maybe when you hear back from the security guy—”
He glanced around them to ensure no one was within earshot. Then he angled closer and said, “Oh, I forgot. John contacted me this morning. He located the man in a rather remote area of the country, and I told him to bring him back.”
