The Royals Series

by Bay, Louise

  “Oh, yes, of course. I should get going anyway. I’ll order a cab.” He glanced around as if trying to find a waiter.

  My heart sank. He was leaving? “You’re going back to London?”

  “You’re ready to go, right?”

  “Back to my room—with you, I’d hoped.”

  His eyes widened and the corner of his mouth twitched. “I was trying to be a gentleman.”

  I tilted my head and smiled. “I don’t want you to be too gentle.”

  Alexander groaned. “You’re sure?”

  I nodded. “Let’s stay up all night and talk and drink wine, get naked, fuck, and talk some more. We can spend the whole night enjoying the moment.”

  “Another bottle of wine to go,” Alexander told a passing waiter, “and the bill, please.”

  As we walked up the wide staircase, I slipped my hand into Alexander’s. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shared so much of myself with a man. I got physically naked with men all too often but rarely did I allow them to see as much of me as I’d revealed to Knightley. I didn’t even talk to Scarlett about David anymore. She often scolded me for being flighty and unfocused, but the truth was she’d never understood why. In one conversation Alexander knew more about me than people who’d been in my life for decades.

  Alexander took my key and slid it into the lock, then held the door open as I stepped inside.

  I set down the wine glasses I’d carried up and Alexander poured our drinks.

  “I like your suit,” I said. “It’s better than a gown.”

  He handed me a glass. “It’s Prada. Because, you know, that’s what all barristers should be wearing.”

  “I approve,” I said, smoothing my hand up his lapel and cupping the back of his neck.

  “Thank goodness.”

  I grinned at his sarcasm. Somehow he managed to be charming without being too much. He got the balance just right.

  He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine and that light, heady feeling I got when he kissed me in his office enveloped me. Too soon, he pulled back. I was impatient. I wanted more. I had to get to the part where his hands were on me, his tongue was over me and his cock was in me. I needed to understand whether it was as good as I remembered it was.

  “Hang on,” he said, taking my wine and placing it on the nightstand alongside his. Then he shrugged off his jacket, arranged it on the back of the chair, and kicked off his shoes.

  “Come here,” he said, circling his hands around my waist before lifting me up onto the mattress. “A bed’s a novelty for us.”

  I laughed. “I guess.”

  Fully clothed, he lay down next to me, his head propped up on one hand while he trailed his free fingers over my ass. He was in no rush and although I was, I knew he was setting the pace and he wouldn’t give in to me.

  “Do you make time for fucking?” I asked. He was so focused on work, I wondered if he had many women, girlfriends.

  “Fucking you? Yes.” He pulled me closer, the length of our bodies touching.

  I traced the contours of his face with my fingers. He was all angles and his beard was rough. I hoped I’d find out how it felt between my thighs before long. “Who was before me?”

  He exhaled and turned on his back. “Some girl I met in a bar.”

  “You go to bars?”

  He chuckled. “From time to time I do things that normal people do. I stopped in for a whiskey one night. It was late. She approached me. I went back to her place. I didn’t stay the night.”

  It was the kind of sex that made sense for Knightley—convenient, fleeting, and something he didn’t spend time focusing on. He wasn’t like that with me. Not here tonight but not even in his office. It was as if I were the only thing in his mind when he fucked me and for a man who thought about so much, it was the ultimate compliment. To have that attention and intensity targeted on me made me heady, filled me right up to the top.

  I undid the buttons on his shirt, and he reached beneath my dress, cupping my ass.

  “I’ve wondered what you’d look like completely naked,” he said, dipping his head to my neck and pressing his lips to my skin. “Fantasized about it.”

  I pushed my hand down to his pants and found him straining against the material—a perfect fit for my palm. He pushed against me and groaned. “What did you imagine?”

  “Smooth skin.” He swept his hand up and down the back of my thigh. “Breasts that make me salivate.” He slid his hand between my breasts, reaching into the lace of my bra. “Just like this.” He groaned and pushed me to my back. “I’m going to have to change the order of things tonight,” he said.

  “You are?”

  He pressed his thumb against my bottom lip, as though he wanted me to know he was going to kiss me soon. “We’re going to fuck, then drink, then fuck, then talk. Then we’re going to hit repeat.” Pressing his lips against the corner of mine, he lay on top of me. “And we’re not going to rush any step.” He kissed me again. “I want to make sure that I know your body and mind better than anyone ever has by the time we finally leave this room.”

  I shivered at the thought because I believed him. I knew by now that Alexander Knightley didn’t say things he didn’t mean.

  Alexander

  After what seemed like hours of kissing like teenagers, I couldn’t wait any longer—I had to get her naked, wanted to see every inch of her, choose which part to touch, rub, kiss, suck, plunder. I kneeled on the bed and peeled off her dress, revealing each part of her, allowing myself to soak into the wonder of her body. As if she were a painting, the oil still fresh, every line, every curve, was perfect and smooth. I slid my gaze to her firm, pert breasts, her rosy nipples jutting out, pointing at me as if they were begging for my particular attention. I’d get to them. Soon.

  After I removed her dress, I pulled down her underwear and she was left entirely naked. Her lack of embarrassment fed my need, urging me to take the time to look, to think about what I would do to her. I pulled my shirt out of my trousers and stripped it off. “You have a beautiful body,” I said.

  “Thank you,” she said, her chest heaving as she smiled.

  I didn’t want to move away but I needed her skin against mine. I quickly stood, kicked off my trousers, and found the condoms in my wallet.

  “You have a great body,” she said as I got back on the bed. “You must make time for the gym.”

  “My mind doesn’t work well without the exercise. It sets me up for the day.”

  “Thank you for that.”

  I chuckled. “You’re welcome.” I kissed her on the lips, intending for it to be a quick peck, but I couldn’t pull away. I deepened the kiss, my tongue pressing against hers, her fingers in the back of my hair sending shockwaves down my body.

  Every kiss with Violet felt like my first kiss. I didn’t have any memories of women before. Violet had wiped my mind free of everything in the past. I smoothed her hair back from her face as her legs slid against mine, urging me on.

  She groaned and I pulled back. “You’re a really great kisser,” I said.

  “Back at you.”

  I pressed my lips to her taut belly, then licked my way up to the space between her breasts. “This feels decadent.” There were no other words to explain the indulgence I felt being here with her.

  “Sex?”

  “Having you naked. Spending time in your company.” There wasn’t much I enjoyed outside of work but being right here was exactly where I wanted to be.

  “It does?”

  “Yeah, better than your skirt around your waist and my trousers pooled at my feet.” She deserved more than some quick fuck against the wall, however good it was. However hard she’d come.

  She laughed. “Well, that was fun, too.”

  “I like being able to take my time. To savor you.”

  She traced her finger over my eyebrow and smiled. “That’s a nice thing to say.”

  “I mean it.”

  “And you don’t say things you d
on’t mean—that’s why it means more.”

  She was right. I enjoyed spending time with this woman—naked or with clothes on—and I liked that she knew me well enough to know it wasn’t a line.

  I sighed as I glanced down her body. “I don’t know where to start.”

  She opened her legs in response.

  I chuckled. “Oh yeah?” I asked and she just smiled. She was confident enough to ask for what she wanted but I knew she understood that I had the control where it counted. I decided how hard, how deep, how long.

  I moved between her legs and pressed her thighs wide. I glanced up and she was watching me, and my fascination with her pussy. I was prolonging the build up to when I would taste her. I sucked in a breath and I lay my tongue flat against her so the tip nudged at her opening. She smelled of jasmine everywhere—it was the perfect combination of sweet and sexy.

  Her hands flew to the back of my head as I swept my tongue up and began to explore her folds. Her arching back and loud groan had blood rushing to my cock. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the curves of her body and the warmth of her skin so I could get her good and wet. When I slid my cock into her, I wanted her to be so desperate she’d do anything I demanded.

  She tried to roll her hips up, but I held her in place as she bucked under me. “Alexander,” she moaned. “Alexander.”

  I’d never heard anyone say my full name without flinching, but Violet owned it, made it impossible for me to feel like anything but the king of kings.

  I circled and flicked her clit before delving down and then back up. I needed her to be hungry for me to focus on each and every part of her pussy. I wanted her to be needy for my tongue to arrive and desperate when it left.

  Her sounds grew louder as her clit became harder against my tongue and I had to grip her hips tight as sensation overcame her. Her hands left my hair to fist the sheets, and she arched her back and screamed my name again and again and again.

  Her body melted against the mattress and the aftershocks of her orgasm pulsed against my tongue.

  “Jesus,” she said.

  I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand and crawled up her body. “One down.”

  “I’ve never come like that. Not with a man going down on me.”

  It didn’t surprise me. There was something that happened when we were together that I was certain wasn’t normal. Wasn’t ordinary. “That’s because I’ve never done it.”

  She sighed. “Apparently.”

  I kissed her on the lips and she pushed her tongue into my mouth, wanting to taste herself, as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

  “I want your dick inside me so badly,” she said as I pulled away.

  Jesus, those words from her were almost too much—it was as if she knew the exact right thing to say but I understood by the hunger in her eyes and her breathless delivery that it wasn’t why she said it. It was how she felt. I didn’t say things I didn’t mean but Violet wasn’t so different.

  “So impatient.”

  “It’s been weeks,” she whined.

  My straining cock agreed with her. “Flip over onto your stomach.” I reached across and grabbed one of the condoms I’d left on the nightstand, tearing the packet open and covering my dick.

  She’d positioned herself on all fours but that wasn’t how we were going to start out. “On your stomach,” I said.

  She glanced over her shoulder and frowned, but obediently did as I asked. Fuck, I liked this woman.

  I straddled her, my weight on my elbows and forearms. I pushed inside on an achingly slow thrust, trying to tune out her whimpering, until I got as deep as I could get—she was every pleasure I’d ever denied myself all at once.

  I paused, trying to get myself together, trying to steady my breathing. With each heaving breath I sucked in the scent of jasmine, and it became a part of me. I closed my eyes, taking in her heat, her intense pressure surrounding my dick, the way my fingertips seemed to find home when they pressed into her skin.

  “See how perfect my cock is for you?”

  She wasn’t coherent enough to form words but I enjoyed the cries, the whimpers, the moans. They told me everything I needed to know. I understood that she felt this too—this connection, this perfection. I’d thought she was the fuck of the decade when she was against the wall in my office but this was better than I remembered.

  I dipped and grazed my teeth against her shoulder—I wanted her to feel me everywhere.

  Pushing up on my hands, she cried out from where she was pinned beneath me at the change in angle. “It’s too good.” The vibration of her voice reverberated along my spine and down my cock. This woman only had to speak to get me to the edge.

  I pulled out almost all the way and thrust again, breathless with lust. “This way, I can hear when your breathing changes. I can whisper in your ear how good it feels.” I pushed in again, sharp and determined. “And I can tell you how hard I’m going to fuck you.”

  She moaned and I picked up the pace, wanting to pull another orgasm from her before I gave in to mine. She tried to move, tried to push up on her hands, but she had no hope. She was where I wanted her—completely under my control, tamed and conquered. As I pulled her arms back down beside her body, she shuddered, turned her face into the mattress, and screamed.

  I continued to thrust, knowing I couldn’t last long as she spasmed around me. “Fuuuck,” I cried out as I came on the tails of her orgasm, pushing her into the mattress with every move.

  I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to my back and discarded the condom. My heart was hammering through my chest and my pulse boomed in my ears.

  “Violet?” She hadn’t moved a muscle.

  She turned her head, still on her stomach, her arms by her side.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  She blinked as if she’d just been let out into the sun after hours in darkness. “I think so. It was . . . intense.”

  I reached out and she shifted to my side. “It’s been building between us for a while.”

  “Maybe that’s it,” she said, trailing her fingers over my chest. “But I think it’s more than that. I don’t know what it is, exactly, but it felt bigger than sex.”

  I knew what she meant. I might dismiss it as being good sex but she was right, it was more than that. Maybe it was the things we’d shared at dinner, but it wasn’t just lust. I knew we had an extraordinary connection the first time in my office but tonight hadn’t been just physical. It was more intense. More connected. More profound. I’d never had this before and now that I had I wondered if I could ever get enough. Would I ever be able to let Violet go?

  She stroked up my chest and tipped her body toward me, her leg falling between mine, her hot, pussy against my thigh. “I need it again,” she whispered.

  The way she lingered over the word need. I knew it was more than a craving. She pushed up on her hands and straddled my body, my dick heated by her sex and she gazed at me, creating a stirring in my cock. I trailed my hands over her breasts, catching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, lazily pinching and releasing as they swayed in front of me. Enjoying every bob and quiver. She began to move. Shit, it had only been a few minutes since I’d come and I knew it would only be a few more until I was hard again. She placed her palms flat against my chest, squeezing together her breasts—my cock appreciated it and I grabbed onto her hips, my fingertips sinking into her skin where they belonged as I encouraged the slide of her wet pussy over my growing erection.

  She began to pant and her head fell forward, her glossy, black hair falling around her shoulders and over my arms, connecting us further as she moved faster and faster, urged on by my firm grip.

  “You feel so fucking good,” I growled.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she cried as she stopped and collapsed on my chest. “I need it, please.”

  This feisty, sexy woman was begging for my dick. It couldn’t get better. Blood rushed to my cock and I flipped her over to her back in one swift mo
vement. I kneeled and covered my dick with a condom. I needed to be inside her like I hadn’t come for Britain already this evening.

  As I entered her we both cried out.

  She was still so tight, like a bloody fist around me. I was going to have to work hard not to come within seconds.

  Face to face I began to thrust, she was slippery wet and the drag was so fucking perfect that I had to focus on something else. But everywhere I looked it was Violet. I dipped forward to press my lips to hers, sloppily plundering her mouth and then pressing my forehead against hers, sharing breath, words, and pleasure.

  Underneath me her sounds got louder, the sentences disappearing into fractured words and syllables.

  I pulled up her thigh, needing to get more of her, to get deeper in her, wanting us to merge into one. She was so close and so was I—we were about to reach the peak, the rope was about to snap and release us both. One last push and the first quiver of her orgasm severed the final cord for me and we both came silently, our mouths open, our bodies connected as we stared into each other’s eyes, unable to comprehend what was happening and how anything could feel so good.

  In that instant I knew I was changed. I understood everything would be different after Violet King.

  Violet

  “If you open those drapes, I swear I’ll find the nearest fork and stab you in the eye with it,” I said as Alexander stood totally naked in front of the window, his hands poised to welcome in the morning.

  “It’s nearly half past seven.” His accent seemed more British this morning, but maybe that was just my lack of sleep.

  “Which means I’ve had three hours sleep. Come back to bed and be still.” I pulled the covers up over my head.

  “You want me to wake you up?” he asked as the mattress dipped.

  “You kept me awake all night. I need to sleep.”

  “We should go to the gym. You can’t be here naked and expect me to just lie next to you.”

  I squeezed my thighs together, whimpering as the effects of his body on, over, and in mine all night came back to me. “I think I’m broken.”