Rich Boy: A Royal Landlord Romance (Blue Collar Bachelors Book 5)

by Cassie-Ann L. Miller

  She inches back and her features tighten with anger. “So you’re saying that I’m not good enough for you? Because you’re a prince and I’m…nothing.”

  I shake my head forcefully. She’s not understanding. “No, darling. I’m the one who’s not good enough. I’m the one who can’t give you what you need.”

  “What do I need?” she challenges.

  “Well, for starters, I can’t give you something permanent. I have to leave in just a few weeks.”

  "Look, I get it. You’ve got to go back to Ridgeland. You're going to be king one day and I definitely don't have the trappings of a queen.” She lifts her hands and wiggles her fingers, illustrating her tattoos. “That's okay with me. I can handle temporary. I can handle a fling.” She slides her fingers into my hair. “But what I can't handle is knowing that you want me and not being able to have you when I want you just as much. Let’s just enjoy this. While you’re here, let’s just enjoy each other." Her hand falls to my chest, settling on my raging heart.

  “It’s not that simple. I’ve done things. I’ve made mistakes that you don’t know about.”

  Wanting her so bad nearly suffocates me. My longing wraps itself around my heart and squeezes. I don’t want to let this chance slip away. I don’t want to. “None of that will matter, Xavier. You don’t have to pour your deep, dark secrets out to me if you don’t want to. Because in a few weeks, you’ll be gone and we’ll never see each other again. So, it won’t matter.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if you knew the truth…” I tell her.

  “I may sound callous, cruel, uncaring. I’m none of those things but I can tell you need somewhere to hide out from whatever ghosts have been haunting you. I can give you that at the very least. Let me.”

  “Fuck…How do you always know the right thing to say?” My hands find themselves in her hair. They’re tilting her face to the side as my thumb runs across her bottom lip.

  She breathes out. “Just fucking kiss me, Xavier.”

  My hands clamp hard on her hips and push her into the arm of the wooden bench. The popcorn bucket topples over the side and the shoes go after it. She gasps, startled, as her back makes contact with the iron railing. “Be careful what you wish for, darling…” My lips move over hers and I taste her, long and slow, with my tongue thrusting deep into her warmth. “Because I am going to kiss you, Sadie. Not just your mouth. I’m going to kiss your neck…” My mouth feathers the tender skin right beneath her jaw and trails down to her collarbone. “I’m going to kiss your breasts…” Both of my hands cup her gorgeous tits, bringing them together, and I kiss her through the fabric of her dress. She moans and I drop my hand lower, cupping her mound. “I’m going to kiss your pretty little pussy…”

  I rest my fingers at the base of her neck and slowly glide my palm up her smooth warm skin. She sighs and gooseflesh rises up. I relish the feel of them beneath my fingertips. I cup her cheek and tilt her face just a touch. Our lips meet again, brushing together and it’s electric. Sparks sputter the length of my spine. I’ve never met a woman who makes me feel the dizzying array of things she does. If just a kiss has this much power, what would it be like to join with her completely? To feel her body, naked and wet, moving in sync with mine? She would destroy me. No doubt about it. No chance I could survive it. Yet I want it all the same.

  I swallow her moans with my lips on hers and I kiss her. I kiss her like a starving man. Because that's what I am.

  God, she tastes good. Sweet and warm like honey. And just a little bit salty from the popcorn, of course. I lick into her mouth, wanting more of her unique flavor, wanting to hear her moan for more of me. My throbbing cock digs painfully into the seam of my jeans, begging to be closer to her. Every part of me wants to be closer to her.

  When our lips separate abruptly, she groans from somewhere deep inside, her fingers still grasping for the hem of my shirt. Her eyes slowly blink open.

  So pretty…

  Dammit—I’m hungry enough to eat her alive right here on this damn bench. I rise to my feet, bolting up from the bench. Confused, she looks up at me from under her long lashes. I refuse to let my conscience get in the way any longer. I grab her hand and start walking off toward the stairs. “Come on. Let’s go.”

  20

  xavier

  Patience.

  People think that when you have money, you can buy anything, that you have the whole world at your command. That’s not true. There are things you can’t buy and as I stand here, watching Sadie fumble with the keys to her apartment, I realize that patience is one of those things I lack.

  "Eager, much?" she chuckles as I clutch her sides with restless hands and grind my erection at the curve of her spine.

  My lips skim her neck, my voice low and needy. "I've wanted this for so long. I'm hungry for you, darling. As the saying goes, I wanna eat your pussy like groceries."

  You know you’re losing it when you start talking in Instagram memes. #Horny.

  Sadie's head falls back to my chest and she laughs, her whole body shaking against mine. The vibration stokes the lust firing through my body. Temptation spikes. My hands find her breasts, kneading...needing.

  Yeah, that line was cheesy but fuuuccckkk. I’m not at my sharpest right now, body bristling with untamed hormones. “You’re driving me mad, Sadie.”

  She groans and tilts her mouth up to mine. I devour those sweet lips like a man who's been on keto for twenty-nine days.

  I'm sick of waiting.

  Deftly stealing the keys from her hands, I turn the lock and swing the door open. Sweeping her up into my arms, I storm across the threshold and thunder down the hall into her bedroom. When I toss her onto the bed, she bounces an inch into the air.

  She laughs. It's a beautiful sound.

  “Sorry,” I chuckle as my hands and knees come down on the bed. I toe off my shoes and they fall over the edge, each one hitting the floor with a thud. And then I'm crawling up over her frame.

  Sadie shivers, her fingers searching for the button of my jeans. "Want you so much," she purrs right before my mouth covers hers.

  The kiss is deep. Tongues dance. Teeth knock. I suck on her lips and she moans into my mouth. And then, those wet kisses travel down her jaw, her throat, into the valley of her breasts. I tug the fabric down with my teeth. Man—I've been waiting all night to get my mouth on these tits. I suck one tight nipple into my mouth while thumbing the other and it's every bit as heavenly as I'd imagined.

  She purrs and arches. Her fingers lose themselves in my hair. She whispers a dozen dirty words under her breath.

  I want her naked but I'm too frantic to take off her clothes. Lifting the hem of her skirt, I trail my lips up her thighs. My fingers flicker up her hips, searching for lace and silk and elastic trim. I don’t find any. I hiss when I discover that she’s bare. I’m so fucking turned on. “Where are your panties, Sadie?”

  I hear the teasing in her voice when she whispers, “Laundry day. I ran out of clean underwear again…And this time, it’s all your fault.”

  Shit…This girl is going to kill me before my time in this town is up. “Open for me, sweetie.”

  Without hesitation, she widens her stance, giving me access to the sweet, warm space I want to taste. When I draw a path of wet kisses up the inside of her thighs, she moans. My fingers slide slowly through her drenched folds. Fuck, I moan, too.

  Her hands quickly find the back of my head and she’s pulling me closer. “Taste me…” she whines eagerly.

  I grin. I knew she’d be a greedy girl.

  My fingers skim down her sides and cradle her bare ass. Growling, I give the fleshy cheeks a squeeze. Sadie moans and her legs open wider. My fingers slide deeper into her crest and that's when I feel it. The slick, creamy wetness soaks my fingers. "You're so fucking wet." My mouth moves across her flesh.

  She thrusts her pelvis on my lips. "You did this to me." She fists her hand in my hair. “You’ve been driving me crazy.”

  My tongue ci
rcles her little clit and I relish in the sounds she makes, the way her pussy arches against my mouth. My hands grip her thighs, pushing them apart so I can drag the tip of my tongue through her silky folds. So much sweetness there. Her lust tastes like honey and I want more than a sample. I want the whole damn pot.

  There’s a list of reasons why I should leave this girl alone. Why I should get up, walk out of this room and never look back. But I push those reasons aside. Because tonight, nothing matters more than the way I feel about her body and the eager way it’s responding to my touch.

  “Oh god, Xavier…I’ve never felt this good before,” she cries. “It’s never been this good.”

  My eyes blink up at her. Her face is twisted with pleasure in the half-light, one hand gripping the bed sheets for support, the other hand cradled on the side of my face.

  She rocks her pelvis against me as the pleasure begins to peak. Her eyes squeeze shut, her legs spread wider. She abandons all control and the orgasm takes over. She goes taut. She screams.

  As the climax fades, Sadie’s arms lock around my neck and she pulls me up for a stirring kiss that makes my thoughts turn to mush. “That was so fucking fantastic,” she whispers on my mouth. Then she kisses me again.

  It was as explosive as I knew it would be.

  Gasoline. Match. Boom!

  21

  sadie

  I reach into the bedside drawer and grab a condom. I hand it to him. He drops back onto his haunches and rolls the sheet of latex along his hard, throbbing length. Watching him do that is so fucking sexy.

  Lying back and enjoying the view, I run a finger down the corded muscle of his arm. He grabs my hand and brushes his lips across my knuckles. His cock is clenched in his other hand, angled at my entrance. He whispers into the darkness. "If you're not sure..."

  I melt a little on the inside. If I'm not sure? I'm completely, totally, absolutely 100% sure. I can't remember the last time I was this sure of anything. I want to share my body with him.

  This guy is a gentleman. He makes me laugh. He steals my breath. And any doubt I may have been feeling went up in smoke when he took the time to ask me if I was sure.

  My hands reach up and frame his cheeks. My thumbs draw circles on his jaw. "I'm sure." Slowly, I lift my hips from the mattress and swallow his shaft into the clutch of my pussy.

  We groan out together as I welcome his throbbing erection into my heated channel. My body pussy pulses, stretching to accommodate his girth. “Fuck…” he grunts out and his forehead falls to my chest. “You’re so tight, darling. You feel so damn good.”

  He feels amazing, too. “Fuck me.” My voice is airy and impatient. My fingernails dig into the bulge of his bicep. I just want to feel him moving inside of me.

  He moves his hips briskly, plunging into me again and again. My legs lock around his waist and I throw my head back. His wet, open mouth moves along my exposed neck and I purr.

  “You have an exquisite cunt, sweetie. Every inch of you is exquisite.”

  I laugh breathily. “I don’t think princes are allowed to talk like that.”

  He bites my throat softly. “Then, I’m not a prince tonight. I’m a bandit.”

  His hands clamp down on my thighs and hold them apart. He pounds into my body, ruthlessly, possessively. It's not long until I'm hurtling toward my peak. And as I’m pulsing, riding the wave of my climax, his body tenses, too. His limbs go rigid. His breath grows short. His cock spasms in the depths of me as he pumps his way through his orgasm.

  His thrusts lose their rhythm as he clings desperately until the very last quake of pleasure has subsided.

  I graze my lips along his chest, up to his collarbone. “Tell me you can go another round,” I plead softly.

  His cock twitches inside of me. He grins. “Darling, buckle up. You’ve unleashed a monster. You’re not getting rid of me tonight.”

  22

  sadie

  A few hours later, the sound of a door slamming shut pulls me from my sleep. I re-enter the land of the living with a groan.

  I’m sore and tired and blissful.

  Gosh—the man fucked me to a pulp last night.

  In all my life, I’ve never been so happy for a day off from work. I want to stay in bed and have Xavier tend to my body all day long. No guilt, no interruptions, nothing but the two of us getting lost in each other again and again.

  I roll over to wrap my arms around him, to run my fingers down his chest and cup his glorious cock in my hand. To let him know that I’m primed and ready for more of him. But the other side of the bed empty. There’s a sharp twinge in my gut as I realize that he got up and left while I was sleeping.

  Immediately, I try to remind myself that this is just a fling. I promised him I’d be okay with that. I promised myself that I’d be able to let him go. But after just one night together, I feel myself falling apart at the fact that he’s still keeping his distance.

  Be a big girl, Sadie. Since when do you get clingy over any man?

  I’m independent. I’m self-sufficient…I need to pee.

  Every muscle and tendon and joint even vaguely connected to my pelvis twinges as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.

  I’m not surprised.

  I always imagined that Xavier would be an amazing lover but—wow—I underestimated him. He’s strong, potent, demanding, just like in my fantasies. But also incredibly attentive. The way he responded to my every moan, my every twitch, my every plea. I couldn’t have foreseen that. And I couldn’t have foreseen how good it would feel to fall asleep in his arms afterward. Feeling his powerful chest rising and falling against my cheek. Having his strong legs entwined with mine. It felt so right. That’s why it’s so confusing to wake up alone this morning.

  I promised him it would be just sex, that his body was all I wanted. But last night, at the very peak of my orgasm, as my body was clenching and his arms were tightening around me and his breath was fanning the shell of my ear, I felt a twinge deep inside me, an ache for more, an ache for something permanent. And the feeling passed as quickly as it came, because logically, I know that Xavier and I don’t have a future together. I just need to keep reminding myself of that.

  Replaying every delicious second of our illicit encounter, I limp toward the bathroom.

  The door is opened and the light is on. I blink again and again, trying to adjust my vision to the scene in front of me. A soft whimper moves past my lips and I think I must be having a spontaneous orgasm.

  If the sight of a shirtless prince kneeling in front of the bathtub with yellow rubber gloves and pine cleaner in hand doesn't ruin your panties, then you must not be wearing any panties.

  I’m not wearing panties. Or anything else for that matter.

  A flurry of emotions battle inside of me. Relief over the fact that he didn’t leave. Amusement at the fact that he’s scrubbing my bathroom. And a generalized swoony feeling that makes my knees a little weak.

  When Xavier glances over his shoulder and looks my way, I suddenly feel self-conscious. He tears the gloves from his hands, rising to his feet in one smooth motion. And now, he’s stalking toward me like a wild animal as his eyes devour every inch of my body.

  “There you are, love.” His voice is soft and affectionate as he brushes a lock of messy hair from my face. His hands flit down my arms until our fingers interweave. Butterflies dance in my belly.

  “You’re cleaning my bathtub,” I tell him. “At 5:30 in the morning.”

  His eyes move from my face to my bare breasts as he bites down on the corner of his mouth. “I figured you could use a nice, relaxing soak after the things I did to you last night.” He smirks. His hand is still locked with mine as he draws his fingers across what feels like a hickey on my neck. “How does a nice foot rub while you soak in warm water and Epsom salts sound?”

  Suddenly, it’s pure havoc inside of me. My ovaries are drunk. Tripping all over themselves and exploding and acting a fool. I can’t imagine what my face looks like ri
ght now. Xavier looks a little less sure of himself all of a sudden. “You don’t have other plans for the day, do you?”

  Keening closer, I set a hand over his heart and slowly walk my fingers down under the waistband of his boxers until they’re wrapped around his heavy erection. “Well…I was hoping I’d get to spend some more quality time with my new best friend.”

  Is that jealousy in his eyes? I find myself biting back a grin. “Your new best friend?” he asks, barely masking his disappointment.

  My thumb brushes over his pulsing crown, gliding through the drop of precum beaded there and he shivers. “Your penis is my new best friend.” I rise onto my tiptoes to whisper the words close to his ear.

  His body presses flush to mine and his arm bands around my waist to hold me there. He bites out a laugh as his body tenses further in response to my touch. “I thought I was your best friend.”

  I lick at his collarbone, drawing my tongue down to circle his nipple. “Sorry, Prince Charming. After last night, you’ve been booted to second place. At best.”

  His jaw locks. He grits his teeth. He’s smiling, though. “You’re an evil woman. I like it.”

  I’m dying to taste his cock. But Xavier insists on drawing me a bath. He says he wants to take care of me, to make sure that I’m okay. And damn the boom-boom-boom in my chest when he says it. He rubs my feet, massages my calves, strokes me to an orgasm that has me clinging to the edges of the tub to keep from drowning in pleasure.

  He’s sitting on the tiled floor of the bathroom, softly kneading my shoulder when my eyes flutter shut and I groan.

  “Does that feel good?” he asks softly. My eyes open and meet his adoring gaze.

  More butterflies in my belly.

  Again, I try to downplay the effect he’s having on me. I crack a joke. “You’d better pray word doesn’t get out about your massage skills. You’ll put the masseuse at Town Square out of business in a day.”