Long Live The King Anthology: Fifteen Steamy Contemporary Royal Romances

by Vivian Wood

  Snickering from the back of the bus brought her back to reality. “Miss Fields?” she heard Eli say. Judging by the response, he'd been trying to get her attention for some time now.

  “Sorry, what?” she asked, perplexed.

  Elijah tilted his head, and she felt her stomach twisting into knots as everyone turned to look at her.

  “I said, do you have a question for me, Miss Fields? Other than the one you just asked, of course,” he said with a grin, eliciting loud laughter from the other journalists.

  Flustered, she racked her brain to come up with something.

  “What kind of outfits do you prefer for summer? More casual, or more formal?” she blurted without thinking.

  Meredith froze when she realized what she'd just asked. She'd had a chance to ask him anything, and that question had been pure fluff. So much for being a real journalist.

  She felt even more pathetic when Elijah actually humored her with a legitimate answer.

  “I don't have specific clothing preferences. I wear whatever a particular situation calls for,” he said, already moving on to take the next question.

  Feeling thoroughly and utterly humiliated, she directed her attention back to her laptop, pretending to take notes when in reality she was berating herself.

  Gritting her teeth, she cursed Elijah under her breath.

  Chapter Seven

  Elijah drummed his fingers against his thigh as he looked out the window of the limo. There was still so much that needed to be done today, but he was feeling exceptionally lazy, which was rare for him.

  He had to make some revisions on the speech he'd be giving at the next campaign rally, and he needed to have his suits dry cleaned. Maybe if he hit the gym he wouldn't feel quite so lethargic. Working out sounded way more appealing than being cooped up working in his hotel suite.

  When the limo came to a stop in front of the hotel where he and his campaign team were staying, he got down immediately.

  “I'd like to be alone,” he instructed his security team, who immediately complied. Of course they weren't actually leaving him by himself, but they could give him the illusion of privacy.

  Upon reaching his suite, Elijah

  changed into his gym clothes. Maybe working out would take his mind off of Meredith, at least for a little while. He hoped, anyway. He wanted to groan at what he saw when he entered the gym.

  Meredith was on an elliptical, chatting away with another journalist named Ava next to her. They were pleasantly chatting away. It sounded like Meredith was telling a story about someone named Lily.

  Eli found himself amused as he listened to her story, but she stopped talking abruptly when she saw him.

  He smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed after being caught eavesdropping.

  “Don't mind me,” he said with a smile, pointing at a treadmill before putting in his headphones. He hoped they'd continue on like he wasn't even there.

  But they went silent.

  Ava was first to leave, shooting him a look on her way out.

  Was that supposed to be seductive? he thought.

  Without saying anything, Meredith moved to a treadmill and began jogging. She looked like she was taking her workout seriously, but he couldn't stop admiring her body in her gym clothes.

  Feeling like now was as good a time as any to broach the subject about that night at the party since they were the only two people in the gym, Eli slowed his pace. He had to make sure she wouldn't write a tell-all on him.

  “So, have you forgotten about the masquerade?” he asked, breaking the silence.

  Meredith paused in surprise, completely forgetting she was on a treadmill. She tripped and went down hard, yelling out in shock and pain.

  Instantly, he stopped his treadmill to check on her. He carefully scooped her up and laid her on a flat weight bench.

  Eli started to feel his pulse racing when their eyes locked. The more he looked at her, the more he found her beautiful.

  Nobody had ever made him feel like this before.

  Yes, she was hot as fuck, but there was something special about her, something more to this than just his lust...

  Something he couldn't explain every time their eyes met.

  I must be out of my mind, he thought, looking away when she slipped from his grasp.

  “What?” she asked awkwardly. “Do I have something on my face?”

  He knew she wasn't immune to his presence either. It was crystal clear she was attracted to him just as much as he was to her.

  “I was wondering why you haven’t mentioned that night again,” he answered, moving on as if nothing had happened. He was starting to think his acting skills had gotten better.

  “I— I— I haven’t forgotten,” she answered stammering, looking away to conceal the redness of her cheeks.

  Eli couldn't suppress the smile that formed on his lips as he watched her. One moment she was a seductress, and the next thing he knew, she was a cute teenager. How could she possibly flit between the two without making him think she was pretending?

  “No? Are you sure?”

  “I just… you know, the story doesn’t paint me in a flattering light either,” she murmured shyly, turning to check out her left ankle.

  He felt his cock twitch when he saw her twist at the waist, exposing her cleavage. It wasn't like it was his first time seeing a sexy woman or her breasts. But he felt like a horny teenager all over again, always turned on and unable to control it.

  Damn her for being so fucking hot.

  And damn him for lusting over someone he couldn’t have.

  “I guess? But only if you were honest about it. I don't know you, Meredith. How do I know you won't tell the story in a way where you come off completely innocent, and I look like some pervert?” he asked. He hated phrasing things this way, but he needed to see what kind of journalist she was.

  He knew how the world worked. If Meredith wanted to get noticed, a scandal about him would be a good start.

  She frowned, eyeing him like he'd just said something completely ludicrous.

  “I wouldn’t do that,” she stated firmly.

  “Again, I don’t know about that. You have to admit that you showing up to work on my campaign…” he paused, stealing another glance at her beautiful face. “Well, a skeptical man could draw some unfavorable conclusions.”

  She chuckled dryly before straightening her body. Crossing her arms over her chest, she looked him straight in the eyes without any trace of anxiety or awkwardness. Her jaw tensed, and he could tell he had touched a nerve. But he liked this side of her.

  “Are you a skeptical man?” she questioned, arching an eyebrow.

  Eli fell silent for a moment, then smiled.

  “I prefer to be cautious,” he replied.

  “Except for sex parties, of course,” she added, making him grin.

  “Except then it seems,” he agreed.

  He wanted to smack himself when he'd realized what he'd just said. She'd managed to convince him to discuss something he should be refusing to talk about, especially with her. He should have known he'd be defenseless against her charms – just like that night.

  “Why even go then?” she pressed. He looked at her, and she was holding a towel, wiping away her sweat.

  Eli had to bite his tongue to suppress the groan that threatened to leave his lips when she tilted her head to dry her neck. It was like he was watching her move in slow motion. He had the sudden urge to lean over and lick the beads of sweat off of her exposed cleavage.

  Fuck.

  “I guess I thought I'd have one last hurrah before hitting the campaign trail,” he admitted.

  He turned and went back onto the treadmill. What was he thinking? If she planned on ruining his career, she had more than enough ammunition to use against him.

  “One last chance to be bad?” she guessed.

  “One last chance to be myself,” he corrected her. “Unbound,” he added with a smirk. He was trying his best not to spare her ev
en a single glance while she continued to pat herself dry with that towel. If he did, he knew for certain he'd be the one falling off the treadmill this time.

  “I see,” she said. She paused, then continued, saying, “I think you should know I had no idea who you even were until the day before yesterday. I know you don't know me very well, but...” She trailed off, then shook her head. “I suppose you'll just have to take my word for it.”

  With that, Eli decided working out was a bust for today. There was no point in him trying to stop thinking about Meredith when she was standing just a few feet away from him.

  Looking her straight in the eyes, he took a few large strides toward her, closing the distance between them quickly.

  “Is that right?” he asked.

  Lost and confused, Eli found his fingertips hovering a hair’s breadth from touching Meredith’s mouth, which was slightly parted. Her pink lips looked luscious as usual. And he wanted desperately to kiss her.

  God, how he'd love to kiss her.

  He grit his teeth when he saw her throat’s fluttering pulse. But he knew too well that she was just waiting for him to make a move.

  Oh, man. I’m doomed, he thought when she swallowed hard.

  “That’s right,” she spoke in almost a whisper, snapping him back to reality.

  “I... I should go. We have an early morning tomorrow,” she said, grabbing her water bottle and leaving without another word.

  Cursing himself yet again, he watched her go, unabashedly checking her out.

  It wasn't a crime to look, right?

  Chapter Eight

  “God, you’re so hot,” he mumbled against her skin, nibbling her side.

  Meredith smiled and caressed his cheek. The room was cold, but her touch burned like fire. She was looking at him with pure desire as his hands cupped her breasts.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered pleadingly.

  He looked deep into her eyes as he wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, feeling her body heat as her breasts rubbed against his hard chest. God, he had been waiting so long for this moment to happen. And he was pleased beyond belief to finally have her beneath him.

  Leaning in, he kissed her slowly and tenderly, savoring her desire and feeding her lust. Her lips were soft and delicious. But he didn’t mind taking his time. She was finally in his arms, and no one could stop him from making love to her.

  “Mmmm…” Meredith moaned, arching her back.

  His hands traveled down her body, squeezing her ass hard, earning himself a little bite on the lower lip. And he liked it. She was so fucking playful, his little tease.He ached to get inside her. He couldn’t believe that this was finally happening. And he didn’t care about anything other than enjoying it fully and making this moment memorable.

  He was naked and kissing Meredith. It was all that mattered.

  Pulling her closer, he kissed her desperately. And he was more than delighted when she responded with the same intensity. He wanted to make her feel special – to feel loved.

  And he wanted her more than anything and anyone in the world.

  When he was about to push her back onto the soft mattress, she moved quickly, switching their positions with him so that he was underneath her. He was shocked at how she was capable of doing that with such a small figure.

  ”Relax,” she whispered seductively before pulling away from his grasp.

  Watching her walk toward the dresser, he swallowed hard as his eyes roamed her body. He had imagined her nude countless times, but seeing her like this was infinitely more exciting.

  He licked his lips when she dragged a chair to the foot of the bed. And excitement rocked his entire being when she gestured for him to sit on it. They were both naked, and his cock was rock hard.

  Like a replay of how they first met, she sat on his lap and began grinding against him. Her wet pussy rubbed against his thighs, and her breasts bounced in front of him, though she wouldn't allow him to touch her, not yet. He grunted when she touched his cock, stroking it up and down.

  “You like that, huh?” she whispered naughtily when a loud groan of pleasure escaped his lips.

  Damn. She felt so fucking great.

  “Fuck! Yes!” he answered, eager for more.Driven to the edge of bliss, she pulled his head down to her breasts as her hips moved back and forth. This time, her wet pussy teased the tip of his cock. Feeling half insane from desire, he sucked on her breasts.

  “Ahhh… Ohh… Mmmm…” she moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensations his mouth had brought. She leaned closer and her hips moved faster to gain more friction, and he could tell that she, too, was growing impatient.

  Pulling away, he seared her mouth with a kiss and squeezed her ass. He lifted her weight a little, just enough so her wet pussy hovered over his cock. He thought he could to do it her way, but he was fucking horny and he badly needed to feel her around him.

  He slid a finger in between her thighs and touched her clit, giving her a little taste of heaven. Then he stopped.

  “You like that, huh?” he teased, imitating her. He pulled his finger out of her and brought it to his mouth. She tasted so good, so sweet. And he wanted more.

  With narrowed eyes, Meredith placed both of her hands on his shoulder. And in one swoop, she sat on his lap, her pussy fully sucking on his hard cock. He was surprised with the sudden aggression. But pleased when she started moving her hips, trying to accommodate his length and thickness.

  “Jesus!” he cried when she sped up.

  “Oh, oh, oh…” she moaned. He could tell he was hitting her G-spot just right when her body arched as her walls quivered. She felt so fucking warm and tight around him.

  He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her.

  “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Meredith cried as he continued to thrust into her. He could feel himself getting close as his toes curled, and his muscles tensed.

  But he didn’t want to cum yet.

  So he pulled out of her and scooped her tiny figure into his arms.

  “Shit!” she cursed in annoyance, shooting him a deadly glare.

  But he didn’t mind.

  He stopped in front of the dresser and slowly placed her atop it. Stepping between her legs, he pushed them wide open, completely exposing her. His hands caressed her legs, then he knelt down and feasted his eyes on her pussy. She was beautiful. He swallowed hard while looking at her dripping wet area. She was so fucking wet that he wanted to suck the juices out of her.

  “What are you doing? Suck it,” she ordered, pulling his head closer to her hole, making him grin at her impatience. “Do it hard, please,” she added in a begging tone.

  With that, he licked her with nothing but hunger. He could feel her fingers gripping his hair, and he knew she liked it. Feeling proud, he slid his tongue inside her, sucking as hard as he could. He was no stranger to going down on a woman.

  But with Meredith, it was new and exciting.

  He watched her toes curling up as she gasped while moaning and screaming his name. When he sucked at her clit and kneaded her ass, she grunted and raked her fingernails across his back. He was finally acting out his sexual fantasies with Meredith, and the thought alone almost made him cum.

  Pleased with her reactions, he slid two fingers inside of her as he continued licking her clit. And she wailed in ecstasy as he increased his pace, pushing in and out of her rapidly.

  Hard and soft. Slow and fast. That was the rhythm he followed.

  “Oooooohhhhh…” she moaned sexily as juices escaped her pussy, filling his mouth.

  He licked every drop of her cum greedily. He’d do anything to make her happy.

  She eyed him, biting her bottom lip mischievously. When she pulled him in for a kiss, he carried her back to the bed in his arms.

  This time, it would be his turn.

  He sat on the empty bed with Meredith still in his arms, her legs around his waist. He felt her bite his bottom lip, then she prompted him to lie flat on his back. Their tongues continued
to probe and taste each other, and her hands traveled down to his throbbing cock.

  He groaned when she showered him with tiny kisses, following the trail of tiny hairs from his chest down to his belly.

  He gripped her hair when her mouth reached his balls. He could tell that she was grinning when she kissed the tip of his dick. He was acutely aware of his length and girth.

  So, when he felt the warmth of her mouth around his penis, his eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck...!” he groaned, his grip tightening on her hair.

  Yes, that made him feel so damn good.

  She glanced at him as her mouth sucked his cock, swallowing his precum.

  “Fuck!” he cursed again when she started rolling her tongue around him. And she drove him crazy when she slowly bobbed her head, sucking him hard with her cheeks hollowed.She sped up her movements, and his balls started to draw up to his body, as she sucked him down her throat faster each time.

  He was getting close.He used all his remaining strength to get her beneath him, pulling his cock away from her heavenly mouth.

  Impatiently, he spread her legs wide and thrust into her. He paused and waited for her to adjust to his fucking big cock, sheathing him with her juices. As she started moving underneath him, he held her arms above her head and took control.

  He closed his eyes, enjoying how good it felt to have her tight pussy wrapped around him finally.

  “Oh,” she moaned, trying to match his pace. “Fuck me, Elijah,” she begged as her hands pushed through his hair.

  Her fingernails dug into his back once again and he begun to thrust in and out of her, pounding her with want and need.

  She pulled his head closer to her body to make him suck on her tits. He happily obliged, sucking and biting the tips of her peaks as his mouth curled into a victorious smile.

  “Make me cum, please!”

  With that, he slammed in her as hard as he could, hitting her in all the right places, rotating his hips as she met his every thrust. And just when he was about to cum, he saw her eyelids flutter in bliss as sparks went off.