His Undercover Princess (Tempt Me)

by Avery Flynn

  “What do you understand?” He lowered one hand and drew lazy circles around her still covered nipples, too soft to be what she needed and too hard to be ignored.

  Her pussy quivered as she watched his long finger trace a figure eight as it traveled from one nipple to the other. He loomed over her, bold, fierce, and commanding, with only one thing on his mind—her. It was almost enough to make her orgasm on the spot. Almost. But first she had to make sure he understood her ground rules.

  “I understand that for the next forty-eight hours this pussy is yours to play with, this body is yours to touch, and this mouth is yours to plunder.” Pushing against his hold, she leaned forward enough to glide her lips over his denim-covered cock as he moaned his appreciation. “Just remember your dick is mine to ride, your body is mine to taste, and your mouth is mine to tease, tempt, and enjoy. I’m not easy, either.”

  “No queen should be.” He pulled her up, sliding her body against his as she rose. “But you’re not queen yet.”

  His mouth crashed down on hers. Calling it a kiss would be a misnomer. A claiming. A guarantee. A threat. Fuck, it was heaven and hell mixed together with enough sensual promise to make it so Elle didn’t care where she ended up, as long as she was with Dom.

  Chapter Nine

  This was a mistake, and Dom didn’t give a shit. Elle had gotten to him with the boldness inherent in her every move and the sway of her sweet ass in those jeans. She’d be an untouchable queen in a few days, but for the next forty-eight hours she was his—all of her, from her silky reddish-blond hair to her bee-stung lips to her dick-hardening curves and the extra little I-dare-you jauntiness in her hip-swaying walk.

  He threaded his hands through her thick hair, cupping the back of her head, and deepened the kiss. God, she tasted of buttery popcorn, sour apples, and perfection. Oh, Elle wasn’t perfect, future queen or not, but right now, at this moment, the two of them were as close to it as they’d ever get. He wasn’t about to waste a minute of the next two days.

  Desperate to devour more of her, he tore his mouth away, missing the divine torment of her lips the millisecond he broke contact. “Fuck me,” he groaned against the delicate curve of her jaw.

  Her throaty chuckle vibrated against his tongue as he licked and kissed his way down her neck. “I was hoping you’d let me do that.”

  A soft nip of her tender flesh turned her teasing words into a sultry moan. “Begging already, Elle?”

  “You wish,” she said, her voice breathy, but with the underlying provocation he’d come to expect from her.

  He tightened his grip on her hair, pulling the strawberry silk strands, forcing her face upward, and giving himself better access to the long column of her throat. “Always a challenge with you.”

  “I know you can’t resist.”

  “You’re right.” He trailed his lips across her shoulder, left bare by the wide neck of her T-shirt. “I can’t resist you.”

  Her hands weren’t idle. She sneaked underneath his sweater, her fingers tormenting his chest with a light touch that had him craving more. He wanted, needed, all of her. Now. There wasn’t time to waste. She didn’t have to worry about breaking her no-beds rule, at least not yet, because they weren’t going to make it out of the home theater.

  Cupping her ass, he lifted her so she fit snug against him, so soft where he was so damn hard, and strode across the room to the intercom. He pressed Elle against the wall and jabbed the talk button.

  “Yes, sir,” Major Bendtsen said.

  “Turn off the video feed.”

  He didn’t wait for an answer. He didn’t need to. His orders weren’t ever ignored.

  “That was subtle.” She wrapped her long legs around his waist as her hands continued to explore him underneath his sweater. “Would you like to send out a Resistance-wide memo letting everyone know you’re about to bang me?”

  Mouthy. He liked that. He liked her, the way she didn’t back down and always found a way to keep fighting. “Is that what I’m going to do?”

  “Sure feels like it.” She undulated, her slick warmth seeping through her pants as she ground against him.

  Pleasure spiraled outward from his dick until his whole body vibrated with white-hot need. That’s it. She was going to kill him, and he was going to die a happy man. “How fast can you get naked?”

  Adding the right amount of pressure to her touch to make his cock twitch, she grazed her fingernails down his chest. “Put me down and find out.”

  She didn’t have to say it twice.

  …

  Her feet were on the ground before she could take another breath.

  “Strip.” His demand was as hard as he was.

  “Haven’t you already seen that show?” she teased, loving how it made that vein in his temple pulse.

  He lifted an eyebrow. The sexy bastard knew full well she was provoking him. “Some things are worth seeing again.”

  Exhilaration swept through her like wildfire, melting away every part of her she’d kept frozen and in check. He did this to her when no one else ever had. She stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and shimmied them down her hips, just enough that he could see she was totally bare underneath. “Why don’t you take a seat and we can do this right this time?”

  Dom stalked over to the leather love seat, removed the empty tub of popcorn, and sat down. His hand fell over the bulge in his jeans, and he gave it a few lazy strokes. “That’s your one.”

  “My one?”

  A dangerous glint came into those arctic-blue eyes of his. “The one time you get to call the shots.”

  “So if I tell you to lick here.” She pushed her leggings down lower, exposing herself and basking in the lavalike heat of his gaze. “You wouldn’t?”

  “No.” So firm, so confident.

  Oh, they’d see about that. She turned, presenting him with her bare ass as she bent over with her legs straight and slid the material down to her ankles. Widening her stance a bit, she looked over her shoulder at him. An amused smile curled his sinfully full lips, but that wasn’t what made her heart double-time. It was the way he held himself absolutely still, his focus locked on her, as if it was taking everything he had not to bound off the love seat and fuck her right there on the floor while she was half naked and trembling with want. She almost moaned out loud at the sight before remembering that, like always, she needed to keep a mental distance. Sex was sex. With Dom it would be dirtier, hotter, and better than most, but she couldn’t get lost in him, couldn’t feel safe. He wasn’t her forever—he was her Roman Holiday.

  Free of her pants, she turned back to face him, pulling her thin T-shirt down in the middle to stop him from getting a good look at exactly what he wanted to see. The move made the material slide farther off her shoulder, exposing her breast right down to the top curve of her light pink areola. His jaw went hard. She got even wetter but didn’t speed up this striptease. She couldn’t help herself—she wanted to know how far she could push him before he lost his iron grip on control.

  She wet her lips, a quick flick of her tongue that left her mouth glistening. A little nonverbal suggestion never hurt anyone. “So how do I get you to lick me?”

  “All you have to do is ask,” he said, his voice low and full of decadent promise, his wicked words fire on her already sensitive skin.

  “And you’ll say yes?” Her core clenched at the possibility.

  A predatory grin curled the corners of his delicious mouth. “Depends on how pretty you put it.”

  Trouble, thy name is Dom. And it was just the kind of trouble she liked, what had pulled her to him the moment he’d stepped off the elevator onto the Dylan’s showroom floor. Big risk, big reward. Her gaze dipped down to the outline of his hard cock against his jeans. Her mouth went dry, and her nipples stiffened to almost painful peaks.

  “You want me to beg.” Damn, how had her voice gotten that breathy and needy?

  “I want to make you so hot you won’t be able to make a coheren
t sound at all.” He reached behind his head and pulled off the sweater, revealing a wide plane of muscle dusted with light blond hair that became several shades darker as it formed a line that disappeared behind his waistband. “Now take off the shirt.”

  It was there in his tone, that loose string that if she pulled it he’d come undone. Anticipation thrummed through her body and soul. She tugged the shirt farther down, and one stiff nipple popped out of the top. “This shirt?”

  He leaned forward, letting his forearms rest on his muscular thighs, his hands hanging loose as if the tension between them wasn’t gripping both of them tight. “Last warning, Elle.”

  “Or what?” She batted her eyelashes at him, coy as could be. “You’ll spank me?”

  “No.” A flash of something hard, determined, and so hungry for her it defied description crossed his face. “That shirt will come off anyway, and then I’ll take you right to the edge of coming and stop. Then I’ll do that again and again and again until you’re so slippery with want that you really will beg me to give you what you need.”

  How she kept her legs from collapsing, she wasn’t sure. “And will you?”

  “Eventually.” He relaxed back into the love seat, like a panther toying with its prey. “If you’re a good girl.” He paused, his gaze devouring her. “Take it off. Now.”

  Too turned on to delay any longer, she whipped her shirt off and stood naked before him. “Happy now?”

  “Getting there.” He squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Come over here.”

  On wobbly legs, she did. He stretched his arms across the back of the love seat, giving her a prime view of his magnificent bare chest. “Take off my jeans.”

  Unable to deny him—or herself—any longer, she practically leaped at the chance. Her hands trembled as she snapped open the button and lowered his zipper. He lifted his hips, and she tugged the jeans off. She almost came on the spot. He was commando.

  “Since you’re so interested in licking, Elle, why don’t you start?”

  It wasn’t a command. It wasn’t a request. It was a challenge. He wanted to play…and so did she.

  Settling down on her knees, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock. It was hot silk wrapped around iron. Bringing it up to her mouth, she looked up to see him watching her. Good. She was going to put on a show. Time to make Mr. Control Freak let go. She started soft. Just the tip of her tongue against his head, little lapping tastes at the precome that had him closing his eyes in ecstasy. It was meant to make him crazy, but it had the same effect on her. She couldn’t get enough. The head, the base, the shaft, she licked it all before taking him deep into her mouth and then releasing him and starting all over again with teasing licks around the head.

  “Elle,” he groaned.

  Pulling back, she grinned and sat on her heels. “Are you begging, Dom?”

  Something dangerous sparked in his eyes, and he lifted her from the floor and slid her up the hard planes of his body until her breasts were at mouth level. “I never beg.”

  “We’ll see about—” The rest died on her lips the moment he took her nipple into his mouth.

  Grazing his teeth across the sensitive bud, he teased and tormented her with the same lazy, determined ease that she had used on him until she was ready to agree to anything if he promised to never stop. But he did.

  He twisted so her back was flat against the leather still warm from him. “Lie back and let’s see what sounds that smart mouth of yours makes when you come all over my tongue.”

  Elle did and held her breath in anticipation, but instead of diving in, Dom stood up and went to the end of the love seat. He grabbed her ankles and yanked her down so her ass was lifted up on to love seat’s arm, then knelt between her splayed legs.

  “I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again.” He dragged the rough pad of his thumb across her center.

  “What, no foreplay?” She meant it to be casual; it came out desperate for release.

  He laughed, his warm breath breezing across her slick folds. “You want me to ignore this beautiful pussy right now?”

  “God, no,” she groaned.

  “Then let’s get to the sweet stuff.”

  He did. His tongue—his magic fucking tongue—claimed her as he licked and sucked and teased her slick folds. Each twist of his pointed tongue around her clit made her thighs vibrate. Every flat-tongued lap across her entrance had her whole body tightening in anticipation. Then he slid his hands from the inside of her thighs to her ass and lifted her lower half up in the air. The new angle partnered with the increased intensity of his tongue sent her over the edge into a free fall of pleasure that left her gasping for breath.

  …

  Watching Elle come down from orgasm was almost as good as watching her get there. The extra pink in her cheeks, the way her tits heaved as she caught her breath, and the slow, satisfied curl of her luscious lips had him hard enough to pound nails into concrete. Fuck, he couldn’t wait any longer to get inside her. He gathered her orgasm-limp body up and draped her over the back of the love seat so her butt was high in the air and her pussy was at the perfect height for him to slide home. Circling his cock with one hand, he gave it two slow strokes as he admired the smooth lines of her back and how her waist dipped in before flaring out into rounded hips.

  Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she turned her head and looked back at him. “Tell me you’re not going to just stare at me.”

  “Such a smart mouth.” He spread her legs wide and then the creamy globes of her ass, separating them so he could see how slick she was for him.

  “You didn’t object to it earli—”

  He slid the head of his cock across her plump folds, testing his own control as he teased her, and she let out a sweet moan. He loved those little noises she made when he touched her, the sighs, the cries, the pleas for more.

  “Dom.” She moved against him as if trying to impale herself on him. “Please.”

  The urge to drive forward and sink himself in so deep his balls bounced against her clit was like a booming alarm blaring through his body loud enough to make him shake. He didn’t have much time before he lost the fight. “Say it,” he managed to get out between clenched teeth as he grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans lying on the love seat and tore it open.

  “Give me your cock,” she said. “I need to feel you inside me.”

  Fuck. He wasn’t sure whether to beat his chest in triumph or fall to his knees and worship her, because Dom had never wanted any woman as much as he wanted Elle. The woman didn’t just undo him—she put him back together again.

  Holding his breath, he unrolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock and inched into her tightness. He wanted to take his time, remember everything about this moment, about her, but as soon as she gripped him with her warm wetness, he knew it wasn’t in the cards. It was too good, too right, too…everything, and he gave in to the chaos she inspired inside him.

  “Elle, I can’t,” he groaned out his weakness.

  “Then don’t.” She pushed back against him, engulfing him inside her and making the rest of the world disappear in one fluid undulation. “Just fuck me, Dom.”

  Her words broke something inside him, and he pounded into her. Control became a hazy memory as he let go and fucked her like he’d wanted to do from the first moment he’d seen her at Dylan’s—hard, fast, thorough, and with the determined desperation of a man who’d been given a limited-time pass to heaven. In and out, he plunged into her, his hands gripping the forgiving flesh of her hips as she milked his dick with her slick walls, giving as good as she got and answering every retreat of his body with an attack of her own. He wasn’t the only one lost to the mind-obliterating desire.

  Leaning forward so his body partially covered hers, the new angle let him go deep, giving her every inch of him as he slid his arm around her waist and pulled her hard back to him. She cried out her pleasure, calling out his name, and she clenched his cock as her orgasm rippe
d through her.

  It was more than he could take. One, two, three more strokes, and his balls pulled up tight to his body as his own climax roared to the forefront, making him blind to everything but the exquisite release of coming inside Elle. His entire body shaking, he laid his forehead on the damp expanse of her back. She smelled of sweat, sex, and all the unobtainable things in the world that he’d never wanted until now. Women. Wealth. Success. Everything but Elle. It had all come easily to him, and he’d been satisfied, letting his quest for restoring the monarchy to Elskov feed his unending hunger for challenge. But this woman? He inhaled her unique scent. She had him thinking that he could use more challenge in his life. Dangerous thoughts, indeed.

  “Unless your goal is to smush me into this love seat, you’d better let me up.” She giggled.

  He snapped back into a standing position and helped her up. “Sorry about that.”

  She grabbed her T-shirt and slipped it over her head, leaving her gorgeous tits swinging free underneath, and grinned at him. “You’re a dangerous man.”

  “What makes you say that?” He snagged his jeans and pulled them up, hating the thick denim material that would separate him from her smooth skin.

  She tugged on her pants, letting out a hard breath that sent the reddish hair that had flopped in front of her eyes back into place. “Because I just came so hard that I’d agree to eat peanut butter and jelly for a week, and I hate peanut butter.”

  “What kind of person hates peanut butter?” In the process of pulling on his sweater, his words came out muffled.

  She giggled again, and her eyelids drooped lower, a satisfied smile curling her full lips. “The totally-jellified-right-now kind.”

  He scooped her up, her body light in his arms. “Come on, let’s go upstairs and I’ll explain the delicacy that is peanut butter.”

  “I can walk, you know,” she said as she snuggled against him, her palm covering his still fast-beating heart.

  “But this way I can guarantee you end up exactly where I want.”

  “And where’s that?” she asked, her eyes fluttering shut.