Should she offer him a drink?
No. That would take time, and she was like an addict, craving his touch and the inevitable release that would follow.
Liam seemed to be on the same page. He caressed her throat with his left hand even as his right pulled the pencil from her hair, sending it cascading down her back like a waterfall. “I want to taste you, love. All of you.”
“I—” The words died on her lips. Her mouth was so dry, speech would be impossible, so in the end she just nodded.
And then Liam was moving, gripping her hips and lifting her up so that her sex was pressed to his erection. She arched her back and wrapped her legs around his waist, desperate to feel the glorious friction their bodies created when lined up just right. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew him close, tangling her fingers in his hair as she lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss was quick and dirty, more a battle cry than a mating of lips, as she ran her tongue along the seam of his mouth, demanding entry.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” he groaned, raking his fingers over her back and fisting them in her hair. With a firm grip, he twisted her head to the side, revealing her neck to him. And then he was kissing and sucking and biting the tender flesh even as her thighs quivered in anticipation. Lena rocked her hips against him, moaning as the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. It felt so fucking good, but she needed more.
Always more with Liam.
He made her feel safe, cherished even. She didn’t need to hold back or make excuses for who she was or what might go wrong. He accepted her—no, appreciated her—exactly as she was. Her belly clenched at the realization, the need to join her body with his becoming a desperate ache.
“Too many clothes,” she panted, grinding her hips against him.
“Couldn’t agree more.” He carried her to the table and sat her on the edge. Then he went to work on the buttons of her blouse, starting at the top and working his way down to reveal the simple cotton bra underneath. “Bloody gorgeous,” he said, palming her breast and squeezing the flesh gently as he unhooked the clasp of her bra to reveal the tight buds below.
Her nipples were so hard it bordered on painful, and she would’ve traded her soul for release in that moment. Liam must’ve seen it on her face, because he gave her a sly smile and lowered his mouth to her breast, hesitating just out of reach.
“Don’t be a tease,” she ground out, wriggling her hips closer to the edge of the table so she could feel the press of his cock on her.
Liam blew a hot breath across her nipple and she whimpered, need coiling low in her belly. When he made no move to touch her, she took matters into her own hands, sliding her palms over her breasts and squeezing her nipples so hard her hips bucked forward.
That seemed to do the trick, shifting the balance of power from Liam to Lena as his restraint slipped.
He grabbed her wrists and forced her back to the table, his long body covering hers as he pinned her hands above her head. “My turn,” he said, sucking her left nipple into his mouth and circling it with his tongue before biting down suddenly. Pleasure shot through her like a bolt, and she locked her ankles behind his back, pulling him closer. He continued to work her with his tongue as his left hand skimmed down her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. When he cupped her right breast and brushed his thumb across the tight bud, she sighed with pleasure.
“Fucking perfect,” he said, his hand continuing to move south, skating over the curve of her hip and settling under her ass. With a quick jerk, he lifted her from the table, cupping her backside as he stroked her with the head of his cock. Lena’s eyes rolled back and she cursed her stupid leggings.
The nudists obviously had it right all along.
As if reading her mind, Liam slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants, pulling them down with one hard tug. The sound of tearing fabric rent the air, but she was beyond caring. The only thing that mattered now was pleasure.
“I’d apologize,” Liam said, a wicked gleam in his eye, “but I’m not sorry in the least.”
Lena laughed and wriggled her hips. “I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make it up to me.”
“Oh, I’ve got one or two ideas already,” Liam said, his gaze raking over her bare flesh. He separated her thighs, leaving her fully exposed. It should have felt vulnerable, awkward even, but with Liam she never felt anything but safe. That in itself was unnerving, but she was determined not to overthink it and enjoy the ride. There was nothing in his touch but admiration and the promise of orgasms, and right now, that’s exactly what she needed.
“Just one or two?” she teased. “What happened to working my body all night long?”
Liam arched a brow but said nothing. Just stroked her inner thigh, his gaze burning a hole right through her as he worked his way north, teasing her mercilessly. When he finally reached her core and slid a finger through her slick folds, she damn near orgasmed on the spot, her back bowing off the table as she arched into his touch.
“If you know nothing else about me, Elena, know that I always keep my promises,” he said, bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking it like a lollipop.
Damn. The man was hot as fuck. She’d known it on a cerebral level, because, hello, World’s Most Eligible Bachelor, but seeing him suck her flavor off his fingers?
That was something else altogether.
Liam dropped to his knees and Lena pushed up on her elbows. The sight of him between her legs, kneeling before her despite all his power, was an aphrodisiac like no other. This time, she watched as he touched her. His fingers glided over her tender flesh, and her muscles clenched, the tension between her legs building with each pass. He circled her clit with the pad of his thumb and she saw stars, the need for release a desperate ache that made her skin feel too small, too tight. And then he was tasting her, really tasting her as his tongue pressed against her opening with the promise of an orgasm unlike any she’d experienced before.
What had he said? That she’d come so hard the line between pleasure and pain would be eviscerated?
“Que rico,” she moaned, tilting her hips to increase the pressure of his tongue on her clit. His soft strokes were driving her right to the edge of sanity. The man was relentless in the pursuit of pleasure, devouring her like a royal feast. His movements were sure and quick, each one heightening her pleasure as she climbed higher and higher toward a crescendo that might wreck her altogether. And then his fingers were pressing into her, filling her and hooking toward the magical spot that could make her come with a single touch.
His name was on her lips as the orgasm shattered her body, breaking it into a million tiny pieces she was sure would be carried away on waves of pleasure, leaving her boneless and utterly satisfied. When she opened her eyes, Liam was on his feet, looking down at her with the kind of ravenous hunger she’d only ever seen in the movies. “That. Was. Amazing.”
“Love, we’re just getting started.”
…
Elena stood before him, a vision of loveliness with her hair mussed and her cheeks flushed. He’d never seen her look sexier than she did in that moment, desire darkening her eyes, lips curved in sweet temptation. Her blouse hung askew and her bra was unclasped, revealing her full round breasts. With a flick of the wrist, he sent the blouse drifting to the floor. Then he removed her bra and discarded it with the rest of her clothes.
“That’s more like it.” He reached for her, brushing his thumb across a dusky nipple as he slipped a hand behind her back and pulled her to him, letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection against her belly. “Do you see what you do to me?”
“I can’t see anything,” she returned, using his tie to lower his mouth to hers and planting a steamy kiss on his lips, “because you’re still fully clothed.”
“Been a bit busy,” he said, pinching her ass.
She squealed and gave his tie another tug, sli
pping it over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then she went to work on his buttons, wasting no time as her fingers moved nimbly down the row, revealing his own heated flesh. When she reached the last button, she abandoned the effort, moving on to his belt as she rose up on her toes and kissed him again, this time slipping him the tongue.
“I’ve been daydreaming about this all day,” she said, unbuttoning his trousers and letting them fall to the floor. She stroked his cock from root to tip and he stiffened, muscles tense with need. “Total distraction. It’s a wonder I got anything done, really.”
He groaned and leaned in to her touch. “I know the feeling.”
She grinned up at him, her tongue sliding seductively across her full lower lip. Christ. The woman was going to kill him.
“I’m not sure you do,” she said, dropping to her knees before him and freeing his cock. “But you will soon enough.”
Without warning, she opened her mouth and took him deep, sucking hard as she cupped his balls, massaging lightly.
“Fuck!” he roared, the pressure at the base of his spine increasing tenfold. He was primed and ready and her hot, wet mouth was almost too much to bear. He braced his hands on the table as she drew back, teasing him with her tongue and tracing a winding path down his shaft. Then she was circling the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue and taking him deep again. It was the best kind of torture, and in that moment he was sure he’d have given up state secrets and his Netflix password if she’d asked.
“You’re…incredible,” he managed as she brought him higher, moving up and down his cock in a slow, easy rhythm.
Bloody hell. The sight of her lips wrapped around him was one he wanted seared into his brain for eternity, but he’d made a promise, and he intended to keep it. For both their sakes he needed to feel her pussy clenching around him when he came.
“Elena, I’m going to come inside you tonight.” He lifted her to her feet and swept her up in his arms, turning toward the bedroom, where he knew she had a stash of condoms in the nightstand.
When they reached the room, he laid her out on the bed and switched on the bedside lamp. She stretched, arching her back like a sexy, satisfied feline and watched as he pulled a condom from the drawer then rolled it over the length of his cock.
Elena licked her lips, anticipation lighting her eyes as she watched his approach. “That’s a rather impressive scepter you’ve got there, Your Highness.”
Liam grinned and knelt on the edge of the bed. He offered Lena his hand and she laced her fingers with his as he pulled her up on her knees. “What can I say? I’m twice blessed.”
“Indeed,” she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair. She lifted her chin and kissed him, taking his lower lip between her teeth. Liam gripped her hip and deepened the kiss before spinning her around so that her back was pressed to his chest. She moved her ass in a slow circle, teasing him as he lifted the hair from her neck and trailed kisses over her skin.
Lena tasted like citrus and sweat and sunshine. It was a unique blend and so completely hers that he couldn’t get enough of it. The need to devour it—to devour her—burned through his veins. Hell, she could bottle that shit and he’d pay a king’s ransom to ensure no one else ever had the pleasure of enjoying it.
As if sensing his need, she tipped her head back and turned to him with hooded eyes. He met her halfway, capturing her mouth with his own as he poured everything he felt but couldn’t say into the kiss. He wasn’t great with feelings, but this he could do. He knew how to pleasure his woman. And she was his, no doubt about it. He skimmed his hands over her abdomen, one sliding north to cup her breast, one moving south to part her sweet folds.
Christ, she was wet.
Ready.
Needy.
Just like him.
She braced her hands on the headboard as he peppered kisses along her neck and shoulders. Then he positioned himself behind her, nudging at her entrance.
She leaned back, testing him, letting his cock glide over her clit.
“No more teasing,” he whispered, squeezing her hip.
Elena nodded in agreement and he thrust into her, seating himself to the hilt. She cried out, her pussy gripping him tight as he began to move, plunging into her over and over again as his fingers circled her clit.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” she moaned, her hips rolling back to meet him thrust for thrust. “This feels so good. You really do have a great scepter.”
“I’m glad you like it, but you know what they say. It’s all in how you wield it.”
“Wield away,” she panted, “just don’t stop fucking me.”
Christ, he liked it when she talked dirty in bed. Almost as much as he liked the sound of his body slapping against her perky ass.
Bollocks.
If she didn’t come soon, he was going to lose control. The tension at the base of his spine was nearing the point of no return, and his balls were so tight he wasn’t sure they’d ever return to normal.
“Come for me, love. I want to feel that sweet pussy of yours come all over my cock.”
Elena nodded and rocked against him, her fingernails digging into the headboard. He stroked her clit faster, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts as his body prepared for release. She cried out, her body clenching down on his as he gave a final thrust. Lightning raced up his spine, the intensity of the orgasm blurring his vision as he gave himself over to the pleasure that slammed through his body like a tidal wave.
Limbs trembling, he held her close, brushing his lips across her bare shoulder as they rode out the aftershocks together.
Afterward, they lay in bed, utterly spent, a tangle of limbs and flesh, their bodies exhausted. Liam propped himself up on one elbow. Elena’s back was to him and he couldn’t read her expression, but it was now or never.
“Have dinner with me Friday night,” he said, brushing the silky strands of hair from her shoulder and trailing a finger down her spine. She had a beautiful back, the skin soft, smooth, and unmarred. It didn’t hurt that it tapered to such a perfectly round ass.
“Of course,” she said, leaning into his touch. “What did you have in mind?”
“The Caridoso embassy.” He paused, hating the way her spine stiffened at the prospect of a formal affair and knowing his next words would only make it worse. “In Washington.”
Elena turned her head and narrowed her eyes. He’d known she’d balk at the invitation, which was why he’d held off on asking until the last minute. Less time for her to worry about all the things that could go wrong, which, admittedly, was a long list. “Well played, Your Highness, well played. Seduction before sacrifice?”
He smirked, loving the way she called him out without hesitation. “What can I say?” he asked, kissing her neck. “I’m a skilled negotiator.”
“What was that you said?” she asked, cupping a hand to her ear. “Skilled manipulator?”
He pinched her ass, earning a husky laugh.
Damn, he loved that sound.
“There’s only one problem,” Elena said, snuggling in closer and tucking herself flush against him as her eyes drifted shut. “I have nothing to wear.”
Royals and Artists and Caridosoans…Oh My!
There’s nothing better than getting an exclusive, so…you’re welcome. We have it on good authority HRH has invited MEM to dinner at the Caridoso embassy. (Granted, our source is only 99.9% sure the invitation’s been extended, but if it’s good enough for a paternity test, it’s good enough for us.) We know what you’re thinking, what’s the big deal?
The big deal is he’s taking MEM as a plus-one on official business. At a foreign embassy. With actual foreign dignitaries. That’s an honor typically reserved for spouses, betrothed, and, well, you get the idea.
It’s a bold move given MEM’s, shall we say…colorful history. Look, we wish the happy couple all the best, b
ut we haven’t forgotten their first date. You know, the one that ended with HRH looking like a walking buffet and picking shrimp off his royal bits? (God bless the internet for that little gem!)
With MEM on the guest list, is it any wonder HRH wants to keep this dinner under wraps? We think not. Still, a source close to the couple says MEM’s hot mess express is only half the reason for the whole cloak-and-dagger act. We hear Their Majesties aren’t exactly thrilled HRH has been gallivanting all over the city with a common American artist. Rumor has it they’ve given HRH until the end of the month to get his affairs in order and then mummy and daddy are dragging his royal arse back across the pond where they can keep closer tabs on his…relations.
Could this be the end of Willena, and more importantly, can she get through dinner at the embassy without bringing down the house?
Chapter Seventeen
“I never thought I’d say this, but I’m having second thoughts about dinner,” Liam said, desire flaring in his eyes as he looked her over from head to toe. He didn’t seem to notice the shouted questions of the paps who’d taken up permanent residence outside the studio. She’d gotten so good at ignoring them, she almost forgot they were there, and in that moment, it was just the two of them. “You look stunning.”
“Thank you,” Lena said, a slow flush creeping over her cheeks as flashbulbs lit up the night. As much as she appreciated the compliment, she had to admit the women at Bergdorf’s had done all the heavy lifting. The stylist had helped her select a royal blue sheath dress, which she’d expertly paired with a black leather wrap belt and matching kitten heels. It was understated and elegant but still held an edge of Lena’s personal style. And in the ninth-floor salon, they’d twisted her hair back in an elegant chignon worthy of the Duchess of Cambridge and done her makeup in nude shades that made her dark eyes look impossibly large. She’d never admit it aloud, but she’d felt a bit like royalty as the women had fussed over her. The best part was that despite all the little changes, she still felt like herself.
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