“Uh uh.” He locked gazes with her. Her bright green eyes were simmering now. Slowly, he licked her again, from bottom to top. “Beg me, Princess.”
She tossed her head back and forth, her hands curling into fists. “God. Please. Please, please, please, please.”
Fucking finally.
He closed his mouth over the hard nub, rolling his tongue over her and thrusting a finger inside of her tight pussy. She screamed and arched up, his grip on her thigh never loosening. She dug her heel into his shoulder, panting loudly and erratically.
Stopping, he pulled back long enough to say, “You’re allowed to come now, but when I fuck you, you wait till I give you permission. Or you’ll be punished.”
“W-What?”
He didn’t answer her, knowing she understood exactly what he meant, and went down on her again. She tasted so sweet. So addicting, that he wondered in the back of his mind if once would be enough. He needed to learn the best ways to get her to make that sexy little sound in the back of her throat again.
Now.
Pressing his tongue against her sensitive flesh, he moved his fingers inside of her, seeking that special spot that would send her flying over the edge. Her thrashing paused, and she came hard, her pussy squeezing down on his fingers so hard he couldn’t believe it. “Fuck,” he grated, flicking his tongue over her clit one more time.
She came again, even harder than before. “God, more,” she cried, raking her nails down his back. “Now.”
“Ask me nicely,” he demanded.
“Gordon, just do it,” she cried, arching her hips up. “Now!”
He positioned himself at her entry, slipping the head of his cock into her pussy, but not actually entering her. His body was harder than his cock from the anticipation of what he was about to feel. It almost did him in. Almost made him relinquish control. Almost.
Gritting his teeth, he looked down at himself, almost buried inside of her. “I gave you one more freebie, but you need to ask me to fuck you. Now.”
“Please fuck me.” She closed her legs around his waist again, digging her heels into his ass. “Fuck me hard, Gordon, and don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Satisfaction rocked him, and he thrust inside of her, finding heaven in one stroke. Without even pausing to savor the moment, he moved inside of her. Fast. Hard. Relentlessly. She was with him every step of the way, meeting him thrust for thrust. His balls tightened, threatening him with an impending orgasm, but he held back.
He needed to make her scream some more.
“Don’t you fucking come,” he growled, biting down on her shoulder as he fucked her. Reaching between them, he pressed two fingers to her clit and rubbed her, knowing it would make it even harder for her to hold back. “Not yet.”
“I…I have to…I need…” She punched his shoulder hard and choked back a sob. Hard enough to hurt him, even. He couldn’t help but be impressed. “God, I’m going to die. Please.”
He kissed her, not granting permission, yet increasing the pressure of his fingers with each stroke. The whole time he touched her, he fucked her in smooth, hard, steady strokes. It was torture, but of the best kind. The best he’d ever had. Tiny pinpricks of pain shot over his shoulders where she dug into him, definitely drawing blood.
He bit down on her lip and then pulled back, flicking his tongue over the gentle love bite. She whimpered and squeezed her eyes shut, ragged breaths escaping her.
“You want to let go?” he asked, pumping his hips. He lifted her up so he could enter her deeper, hitting her G-spot with the next stroke. She convulsed around him, punching his shoulders with both fists this time and releasing a big sob. “You want my permission to come, baby? All you have to do is ask me nicely, and I’ll let you. Go on. Ask me.”
“Can I come, please?” she cried, frustration and need ringing out through her voice with crystal clear clarity. “Please.”
“Yes.” He sank into her all the way, his fingers biting into her ass as he pulled out. “Right fucking now,” he demanded, thrusting into her hard.
She cried out and arched her neck, her mouth open in a perfect O shape as she climaxed. He moved inside of her as she came down, seeking his own pleasure. One thrust, two, and then bam. She grabbed his ass and smacked it hard, stinging like a bitch.
He came harder than ever before, stars exploding behind his closed lids, and he collapsed on top of her. “Holy fucking shit.”
She let out a small laugh, curling her hands around him and hugging him close. “Yeah. Very much so.”
When she closed her arms around him, holding him close, that weird feeling in his chest struck again. Something that felt a lot like…happiness.
Which didn’t make any sense. Hell, he barely even knew her. He should be satisfied. Tired. Replete. But not fucking happy to be held by her.
That was dangerous, enemy territory, right there.
One night. One fun, amazing session of sex, was all they’d agreed upon. No matter how wonderful it had felt, it was all he was going to get from her. Easy. No strings. No feelings. No happiness.
Gritting his teeth, he pushed off of her and crossed the room to the adjoining bathroom. Once he stepped foot inside, he closed the door firmly behind him. While glaring at himself in the mirror, he dropped the condom in the bathroom trash.
Shaking his head, he muttered, “Keep your shit together, Waybrook.”
The scar on his shoulder, where he’d been shot and almost killed, drew his eye. That was life. You lived. You fought. You died. No one remembered you after you left.
Especially not pretty little princesses with the world at their fingertips.
Chapter Six
The next morning, Isabelle woke up alone, and her dress was folded neatly on the foot of the bed. Her shoes were lined up by the door, her underthings were set neatly beside her dress…and Gordon was nowhere to be seen. After they’d made love three times last night, he’d behaved completely normal.
The domineering man he’d proven to be in the bedroom had given away to the charming, cocky one she’d come to know so well. He’d even curled up with her in bed and slept beside her. Or…she thought he had, anyway.
Had he snuck out of bed last night?
The door opened, and there was a scuffling sound. “No! Don’t go in—”
A woof sounded, followed by a ball of brown and white fur flying across the room. Isabelle barely had time to yank the comforter up to her chin before a vibrating furball leaped onto the bed, and landed directly on her stomach.
She let out an undignified, “Oof.”
Gordon bolted across the room. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and nothing else. The sun was starting to rise, so it silhouetted his perfect body quite…well, perfectly. “Georgie—bad boy!”
“Georgie?” Isabelle asked, choking on the name. The dog—Gordon’s dog, the man she’d slept with—shared the same name as the man her parents wanted her to marry? The irony was too much. “That’s his name?”
“Yeah.” Gordon stopped at the side of the bed and scratched the back of his head, looking as sheepishly adorable as the puppy on her lap. “Sorry, he snuck in when my back was turned. I just took him for a walk, so he’ll run around like a madman for a few minutes.”
Isabelle looked down at the dog that lay across her stomach, tail wagging and tongue hanging out. He was still a puppy, but he seemed like he was going to get big. Really big. His paws were ridiculously oversized for his small body. He had bright brown eyes, floppy ears, and was as soft as silk.
He was also quite possibly the cutest thing she’d ever seen. “He’s yours?”
“Yeah.” Gordon sat down on the bed. “He was at my buddy’s house last night, since I was out watching you. He’s the one who bought him for me. Supposedly owning a dog is good for ex-soldiers trying to readjust to life in the civilian world. They offer love, therapy, and whatnot.”
She froze, her hand on the pup’s head. “You were a soldier?”
“Yeah,”
he said, the one word hard and simple…yet somehow saying so much. He looked down at a scar on his shoulder—one she hadn’t even noticed last night. “Marines. Got this as a souvenir.”
Reaching out, she traced the puckered skin, keeping her touch light. Dark swirls of ink surrounded it, and if anything, it only made him all the more beautiful. In her country, soldiers of any kind were treated with the upmost respect. “Are you all right?”
“Yes, the wound is old.” He caught her hand, pressing her fingers against his skin. “I’ve been fine for a long time.”
“Physically, yes.” She bit her lower lip. Princesses don’t pry. “But are you having a hard time adjusting to life? Being around people?”
Aaand there she went. Ignoring the rules again.
“Does it look like I am?” he asked, brow up. “I think I made it pretty clear I’m perfectly fine being around others last night.”
Her gaze locked with his. “But that doesn’t mean you’re okay. Appearances can be deceiving.”
Nodding slowly, he reached out and touched her chin. Skimming his thumb over her bottom lip, he leaned in—but didn’t kiss her. “Yeah, they can. Look at you.”
“Me?” She stared down at the dog, feeling uncomfortably on the spot, and played with his floppy ear. Georgie’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a shuddering sigh. “I’m fairly straight forward. What you see is what you get.”
He let go of her chin. “Sure. If you say so.”
“It’s true.” She shrugged. “No deep, hidden torment. No sadness or torture in this heart of mine.”
Except about the whole marry a stranger thing, her inner voice oh-so-kindly reminded her. You don’t like that.
“Funny, because I just saw a shadow cross over you like a dead man’s noose. You might not want to talk about it, but something is clearly bothering you.” He stood up and rubbed his palms on his jeans. “I have no right to ask you what it is, but if you need to talk? I’m a good listener. So is Georgie.”
She smiled, oddly touched by his offer. Sure, they’d done some pretty dirty things last night and had gotten to know each other on an intimate level. It had been sex, though, and nothing else. But this? It was different. It was personal.
It made her want to open up to him.
“Have you ever been expected to do something you didn’t want to do?” She played with the pup’s ear again, not lifting her head. She couldn’t look at him right now. “Something you wished you didn’t have to do, but knew you would do it anyway?”
He picked up her bra, which must’ve been knocked down to the floor, then tossed it back on the bed. “Yeah, when I was in the military, I felt that way all the time. Not so much anymore, though. Now I do what I want and don’t give a damn what anyone else thinks.”
“There’s this thing I have to do.” She couldn’t bring herself to say what. Not yet. She had to meet the guy first. See if they would work. “I know it’s something I’d possibly hate, know I want more than what I’d get if I do what’s expected of me…but everyone else needs me to do this thing. It’ll make everyone around me happy.”
“Everyone but you?” he asked softly.
She nodded once. “Everyone except me.”
“Life’s too short to worry about everyone else in the world. You’ve just gotta worry about you.” He crossed his arms. “If it’ll make you miserable, then fuck them.”
She choked on a laugh. “I wish it were that easy.”
“It is.” He swiped the puppy off her lap. “You just don’t do it. But now, we have to get you back before people realize you’re missing. My replacement will be showing up at the hotel soon, too.”
She didn’t want a replacement. She wanted him. “When will you be back?”
“For your dinner this evening.” He gave her a knowing look, as if he knew exactly what was going on in her mind right at that second. “I’m assuming someone comes in to wake you up in the morning, as opposed to an alarm clock?”
Her cheeks heated. He had a way of making her feel so special one moment, and so spoiled the next. He could teach her mother a trick or two. “Yeah.”
“Then we have to go.” He headed for this closet. “It’s almost five-thirty.”
“Absolutely.” She took a deep breath. “Thanks for last night, by the way. It was the first time I did something that was just for me in…well…” She broke off, thinking hard. She came up blank. “…Maybe ever.”
As she watched, he pulled out a black dress shirt. At her words, he turned to her, cradling the dog in one hand under his belly. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” She fidgeted with the comforter but forced herself to stop. “I don’t really get a lot of ‘me’ time. Today alone, I’m booked up till almost midnight.”
“I know. I have a copy of your schedule.”
Heat suffused her cheeks. How could she have forgotten, even for a minute, that he was in charge of her safety? That this wasn’t just a guy and a girl, chatting before separating and never seeing each other again?
They’d seen each other naked…and now they had to work together.
“Oh. Right.”
He cocked a brow. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head.
He set the puppy down in the hallway and closed the door. “Stay,” he said gently, closing the door in Georgie’s face. Crossing the room, he tugged her hair back gently. “Why do you look like an embarrassed school girl all the sudden?”
“I just forgot for a second that we’ll be working together after…”
“After I fucked you?” he provided, grinning.
“Yes, after that,” she said, her cheeks going even hotter. “Are we going to be okay?”
“Why wouldn’t we be? You wanted sex for one night, so I gave it to you. Now you don’t want it anymore, so I won’t give it to you again.” He let go of her. “It’s simple. Unless you tell me otherwise, I will be nothing more than your guard for the rest of your visit. If you want more…” He trailed off, his hand sliding up her thigh. He stopped an inch above her knee. Close, but not close enough. “All you have to do is ask nicely.”
Memories from last night made her blush.
The problem was, she did want more. She wanted so much more. She just couldn’t have it. Not if she was going to be getting married to Prince George.
“You make everything sound so easy,” she muttered.
He laughed. “Because it is. Now get dressed, because I need to get you home before we start World War Three with your disappearance.”
…
Later that day, Isabelle sat at a table in a fancy restaurant. She’d spent all morning and afternoon in endless meetings with faceless people, and now the moment she’d been dreading had finally come. She was going to meet her intended fiancé. The man her parents wanted her to marry for the greater good of her country. And all she could think about was last night, and how much she wanted to do it again.
And Gordon was here. Watching.
Looking hot and oh-so-yummy.
She wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath the table and hide until this was over. She peeked over her shoulder at Gordon. He’d changed into a pair of gray slacks and still had on the black dress shirt from earlier. From the corner, he stood watching over her, like some hot Adonis whose only mission was to keep her safe.
And to give her orgasms…if she asked nicely.
She could ask nicely. It’s all she ever did. Princesses aren’t rude. Oh, she would ask him to rip that shirt off and show her all those muscles and abs and tattoos. Then she’d ask him to take off the rest of his clothes and do dirty, dirty things to her…while pulling her hair and making her scream.
He winked at her, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. That wink made her tremble in places she didn’t even know she had.
“Princess Isabelle?” a soft voice asked her.
She whipped her head back around, tearing her eyes off of Gordon. A man with dirty blond hair, blue
eyes, and an expensive suit stood there, watching her. He was handsome and close to her own age. This couldn’t be Prince George… “Hm?”
“I’m Prince George. It’s nice to finally meet you, Princess Isabelle.”
“O-Oh. Hello.” She offered her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, too.”
He grasped her fingers, lifting it to his knuckles and dropping a soft kiss there. “I must say, you’re even more beautiful than I’d ever imagined possible, Princess Isabelle.”
“Um…thanks.” She glanced at Gordon. His grin was gone. In fact, he looked absolutely furious. She forced her attention back to George and wiggled her fingers free. “Call me Isabelle, please.”
“Isabelle, then.” George smiled and sat beside her. He smoothed his lapels. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting. I hate the idea of you being alone for too long.”
“No, not at all.” She glanced at Gordon again. He looked as if he knew exactly what was going on, but he no longer looked like he gave a damn. He seemed indifferent. “I have my own personal guard here with me, too.”
George looked over at Gordon and nodded once. Gordon inclined his head slightly, not meeting her eyes. George turned his attention back to Isabelle. He seemed completely unthreatened by him. “I’m glad to see you took the necessary precautions with your safety. Maine is pretty quiet, but one can never be too safe. He looks quite capable of taking care of you.”
She choked on the sip of water she’d just taken. After an embarrassing fit of coughing, she finally managed to say, “Indeed. He is.”
Gordon watched her closely. This time, she didn’t meet his eyes.
“Good,” George said.
She forced a smile and picked up the menu. “My parents always take all the necessary steps to keep their kingdom safe.”
Including making me marry a man I’ve never met.
“So I see. Are you enjoying your time here?” he asked, smiling at her.
“Yes, immensely so,” she said, stealing another glance at Gordon. He stared back at her and didn’t move a muscle. “It’s been…fun.”
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