by J. S. Cooper
“My assistant here booked a suite?”
I bit my lower lip as Xavier spoke to the front desk clerk. To be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to what I’d been clicking when I’d made the reservation. It had been in French and I hadn’t had time to look at a translator to make sense of what the website had said.
“You made a reservation, right, Lola?” Xavier questioned me and I nodded indignantly.
“Yes, for two rooms.” I handed him the paper I had printed out. He then read it and handed it to the front desk clerk, who nodded. They then spoke rapidly in French, and I didn’t understand the conversation until Xavier said ‘merci.’ I knew that meant ‘thank you.’
“Merci beaucoup.” I beamed at the front desk clerk as Xavier and I left the lobby. I felt proud of my accent, even though that was one of only a couple of phrases I knew in the language.
“Did we get a suite then?” I frowned as I followed Xavier to the elevator.
“No.”
“Why do we have one key for two bedrooms?” I stared at the card in his hands.
“Because we have one bedroom.”
“Oh no, did I get one room with two beds instead of two bedrooms?”
“No.” He stopped outside of the door and looked at me.
“What do you mean no?” I frowned at him as he opened the bedroom door and my jaw dropped as I looked in the room and saw the single bed. And it wasn’t even a king. “You need to go and tell them that we need another room.” I gasped.
“They’re booked for the weekend.”
“They don’t have one extra room?” I looked at him and frowned.
“No.”
“What about another hotel?”
“The whole town is booked this weekend. There is some event.”
“Oh.” I bit my lower lip and looked at the bed again. “What are we going to do?”
“We’ve shared a bed before, Lola. Tell me you’re not scared of me?”
“Well, it’s not like you’re innocent.”
“I’m the big bad wolf?” He grinned, his teeth showing and making me shiver.
“You could be.”
“Are you a piggy or a girl in a red hood?”
“Which one would be safer with you?” I whispered.
“Neither.” His eyes laughed at me and he put his bag down. “Come now, Lola. We’re here to work. I shall not touch you, if you do not wish me to.”
“I don’t wish or want you to touch me.”
“That’s fine then.” He bowed his head. “Shall we go and look for some food? I’m feeling quite hungry.”
“Sounds good to me.” I replied as my stomach growled. “I’m really hungry.”
“What would you like? Escargot? Frog legs? Caviar?”
“Um, a steak would do fine.” I paused as I tried to think of my French. “Le beouf?”
“Boeuf?” He smiled at me and I rolled my eyes.
“You know what I mean. A big fat juicy steak.” I grabbed the door handle and opened it. “With pomme frites.”
“Yes, Lola. I’ll find you a nice piece of meat to chew on.” His voice was light as he followed me and I looked at him to see if he was teasing me. I tried to ignore the excitement roaring in my stomach at the thought of sleeping in the same bed as him. It would be delicious and it would be hard to keep my hands off of him. I really hoped that he didn’t sleep naked. Oh my God! What would I do if he slept in the nude? What if I felt him next to me? Would I be able to say no? I could still remember that it had felt like the first time we’d made love. It had been so passionate and intense. I could still remember what he felt like inside if me if I closed my eyes and concentrated hard. I let out a small sigh as I realized that I was in trouble.
“What’s wrong?” Xavier’s hands caressed my back and I froze.
“Nothing. Why?”
“You look troubled.”
“I’m fine.”
“Good, good.” He grabbed my hand and escorted me through the lobby of the hotel. “Tonight we shall eat and drink, and then tomorrow we shall go to Monet’s gardens.”
“Then what?”
“Then we can go to Mont St. Michel.”
“What’s that?”
“An old abbey.” He grinned. “I think you would like it.”
“Why is that?”
“Because you seem to be a girl that appreciates history and things of beauty.”
“Oh, thanks.” I answered slightly breathlessly, touched by his seemingly kind comments.
“Now let’s eat.”
“Mange.” I grinned at him and he laughed.
***
“Dinner was so delicious.” I grinned at him as we made our way back to the hotel.
“You seemed to enjoy the wine as well.” He held onto my arm tightly.
“It was superb.” I giggled, feeling slightly drunk in the night air.
“You should not have drunk so much.” He frowned as he escorted me to the hotel.
“Why?” I hiccupped. “I feel good.”
“I just don’t think—” His words were cut off by a crowd of photographers who started screaming as soon as we made our way to the entrance of the hotel. I looked up in a daze as lights started flashing in my face.
“Crown Prince Van Romerius, who is your companion?”
“Xavier, are you now engaged?”
“Prince, does your mother know you are dating a commoner?”
“Xavier, what are your intentions with this lady?”
The men kept shouting and flashing bright lights at us and I clung into Xavier’s arm as tightly as I could.
“What’s going on?” I whispered into his ear.
He looked back at me and frowned as I stumbled alongside him. Before I knew what was happening he’d grabbed me up into his arms and hurried into the hotel, muttering something under his breath.
“What’s going on?” I giggled as he carried me into the bedroom and placed me down on the ground.
“Did you not see the photographers, Lola?” He stood there staring at me with narrowed eyes.
“I see you in front of me.” I reached out to grab his shirt. “But I only see you.” I touched his chest and ran my fingers all the way to his waist. “I see a very hot you, but no photographers.”
“Lola, I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
“You want to take me to bed?” I wiggled an eyebrow at him and then sighed as he took a step away from me.
“Don’t try and seduce me,” I giggled as I attempted to pull my shirt off.
“Dios mio, Lola.” Xavier sighed as he sat on the bed and stared at me. “You’re really drunk.”
“That’s not French,” I stumbled as I pointed at him.
“Do you need help?” His face was serious as he walked over to me.
“Help with what?”
“Undressing.”
“You just want me to take my clothes off.”
“I don’t seduce drunk women.” He frowned and grabbed my hands. “Come, let me help you.”
“I don’t need your help.” I pouted childishly and pushed him away. “Who were all those people taking my photo?”
“Your photo?” He cocked his head and smiled.
“Yes, there was like a hundred different men calling at me.” My hands flew to my forehead. “All those lights.”
“They were paparazzi,” Xavier frowned. “I have no idea how they know we are here.”
“I have no idea why the paparazzi are interested in me.” I shook my head and sat on the bed. “I’m not famous or anything.”
“They were there for me, Lola.” Xavier made a face and I frowned.
“Oh?”
“I’m a prince, remember? I’m one of the most eligible bachelor princes in Europe.”
“Oh, yeah.” I made a face. “I almost forgot.” I lay back on the bed. “I just remembered that you were an inappropriate professor. I forgot you were an inappropriate prince as well.” I started laughing then. “I can’t believ
e you’re a prince.” I looked up at him and laughed.
“Why’s that?” He had a half smile on his face.
“You’re such as ass.” I laughed. “You have no people skills.”
“And you have so many, don’t you Lola?” He gave me a pointed look.
“Yes, I do.” I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes. “I’m a people person.”
“Hold on, sleepy. Let’s get you in your PJs.”
“You just want to touch me.” I mumbled sleepily as he pulled my top off.
“If that makes you feel better.” He reached for my pants and unzipped them.
“You just want to make love to me.” I mumbled as he pulled my pants down.
“Then you’re lucky you’re drunk.” His voice was serious.
“Hmm, your fingers feel soft.” I sighed as I felt his fingertips on my legs.
“Lola.” He groaned.
“Kiss me.” I moaned, my eyes closed. I was imagining myself entwined in his arms. “I want to feel you.”
“Where are your PJs, Lola?” He pulled away from me and I sighed.
“I’m cold. Touch me.”
“Lola, you’re sleeping. I guess they must be in your suitcase.”
“No, don’t go in.” I groaned thinking of the thongs.
“You can’t sleep in your underwear.” His voice was silky. “I’m not sure I can keep my hands off of you if you just have your underwear on.”
“It’s fine.” I mumbled, feeling myself start to drift off.
“I’ll let you sleep in my shirt.”
“Hmm.” I opened my eyes and saw him taking his shirt off, but I wasn’t able to keep them open for more than a few seconds.
“Put this on.” He pulled me up and put my arms into his shirt. I sighed contentedly and snuggled back into the bed and fell asleep.
***
I felt snug as a bug as I awoke. I was warm and fuzzy and I stretched languorously until I hit my hands hit something warm. I froze as I opened my eyes slowly. Oh God, Lola, what did you do? I tried to recall the previous evening, but all I could remember were the five courses we’d eaten and the copious amounts of wine.
I stared at Xavier’s sleeping face and his naked chest for a few seconds before checking to see what I was wearing. I looked down and saw that I was in his shirt, but I only sighed in relief when I felt my bra and panties on underneath. Phew.
“I could have taken them off if you’d wanted me to.” Xavier’s voice made me jump and I looked over at him with a flush.
“I didn’t want,” I snapped.
“I’m guessing drunk, happy Lola is gone?” He smiled at me as he stretched, and I tried not to stare at his pecs.
“I wasn’t drunk.” I pulled the sheet up to my waist and he laughed.
“Whatever you say.” His fingers reached over to me and ran down my cheek. “You look very beautiful in the morning.”
“Thank you,” I swallowed hard at stared at his face. His morning stubble was sexy as hell and his hair was unruly. I wanted to reach over and pat it down, but I didn’t.
“I could really kiss those juicy lips of yours right now.” He moved closer to me, and I found myself staring straight into his bright green irises.
“Please don’t,” I whispered as his lips crushed down on mine. He tasted warm and sweet and I melted against him. His fingers ran through my hair and I wrapped my arms around his waist. His tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it eagerly. All thoughts of him being an ass and this being an inappropriate moment fled my mind. When Xavier kissed me I felt like I was soaring in the air. There was no dislike or care about his superior attitude. All I felt was warmth and lust burning through to my soul. I needed to consume and be consumed by this man. I wanted to taste every inch of him. I wanted to feel every particle of skin. I wanted him to touch me all over until the shivering of my body erupted in a sea of emotion and pleasure.
I ran my fingers down his back and he groaned and pushed me back and rolled over on top of me. “You taste so sweet in the morning,” he growled against my lips.
“I didn’t brush my teeth yet.” I tried to pull back, but he was having none of it.
“Your skin is so sweet and silky. I want to taste you.” His lips fled to my neck.
I lay back and ran my fingers through his silky locks, enjoying the way he groaned against my neck as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
“What are you doing to me?” He kissed further down my neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt before kissing the valley between my breasts. “You taste like warm sunshine and sex.” He grunted as his fingers ripped apart more buttons until the shirt was gaping open.
“I’ve never tasted something so sweet.”
“What about chocolate?” I smiled at him and he looked at me with a bright light in his eyes.
“Chocolate pales in comparison,” he licked my belly button and then kissed back up my stomach. I sat forward as his fingers reached behind my back and undid my bra. He pulled off the shirt and then threw my bra to the floor. His lips immediately fell to my breast and he took my nipple in his mouth gingerly and sucked hard. I cried out as a dart of pure pleasure ran through me.
“Oh,” I cried out as his fingers pinched my other nipple.
His mouth swapped places with his fingers and he started to gently suck on my other nipple. My brain felt hazy and all I could think about was the pleasure swelling in my stomach. I ran my fingers down his back and he bit down on my nipple and tugged.
“Oh,” I cried out and my nails dug into his skin deeper.
“There’s nothing like morning sex,” he whispered against my skin, and I knew I should pull away from him, but I couldn’t resist his touch. His lips left my skin tingling and my whole body was on fire. I was scorching inside and out and only he could put out the flames. “I wanted to take your panties off so badly last night,” he groaned as he kissed down to the tops of my panties.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was taking advantage of you. I wanted our love making to be one-hundred percent consensual.” His teeth bit into my panties and he tugged. “And I wanted to make sure you remembered every second of it.”
“Is it only going to last seconds?” I looked down at him and then held my breath.
“What do you think?”
“I think that it might last minutes.” I stared at him and grinned.
“I’ll give you minutes.” He growled and pulled my panties all the way down.
“What are you doing?” I moaned as I felt his lips kissing up my thighs.
“I’m going to make you wish you never played with me.”
“I didn’t play with you.” I gasped as his lips moved to my core. I felt his tongue run down the length of me and then he sucked down on my clit. “Ooh!” I cried out as his tongued licked the folds of my pussy. “Xavier,” I groaned as his tongue dipped inside of me and licked my clit again.
“I told you that I’m not going to stop until I’m sure you’re going to remember every second of being with me.”
“Please,” I groaned as he sucked on my clit again. I ran my fingers to his back and closed my eyes. I spread my legs wider hoping his tongue would enter me again.
Knock, knock.
“Room service,” a man called out.
“Argh,” Xavier looked up with an annoyed expression, and I sighed. His tongue had felt marvelous against me.
“Room service.” The man knocked on the door again.
“I’m coming.” Xavier called out and then grinned at me. He once again buried his face in my pussy and sucked on my clit. My fingers grabbed the sheets and I closed my eyes. The feeling was so heady and wonderful.
Then we heard the door open; it happened so fast that neither one of us was able to react quickly enough.
“Where would sir like the tray?” The man walked into the room with a tray and gaped at us. I blushed as I realized the sight we made. Me naked on the bed with Xavier’s he
ad between my legs.
“What are you doing?” Xavier jumped up angrily and I grabbed the sheet over my body.
“You said come in.” The man stared at us with wide eyes.
“I said I’m coming.” Xavier’s voice rose and he glared at the man. “Get out.”
“Yes, sir.” The room service attendant stuttered and gave me one last glance before retreating.
“I’m sorry about that.” Xavier walked back to the bed. “I’m sorry we were interrupted.”
“That’s okay.” I stared at him with a bright red face. “Maybe we should just get ready.”
“What?” He frowned.
“This was a mistake. Let’s just shower and head out.” I avoided his stare. I wasn’t sure why I had changed my mind. Maybe it was seeing he look of shock on the attendant’s face. Maybe it was because I knew I was starting to fall for Xavier and I knew casual sex wasn’t something I could do without starting to grow attached.
“I want to make love to you, Lola.” His arms pulled me towards him and I swallowed hard and the look of unbridled lust in his eyes.
“Not now.” I shook my head and rushed into the shower. I could feel his eyes on my back and I knew that he was frustrated. Part of me wanted to run back to him because I was frustrated as well, but I knew that I couldn’t just give in to him.
***
“That was my brother on the phone.” Xavier stared at me with an angry expression as I walked out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and t-shirt.
“Sebastian?” I ignored his anger as I wasn’t sure if he was still upset I’d changed my mind. I knew all it would take was one kiss and touch and I’d be back in his bed.
“Who else?” he snapped.
“I don’t know if you have another brother.” I turned away from him.
“We’re in the papers.”
“Huh?” I turned back around and frowned. “What papers?”
“We’re front page news in all the tabloids.” He sighed. “Remember all the paparazzi last night?”
“I guess.” I shrugged. “What did they say?”
“They said the playboy prince has found a new love,” he spat out.
“Oh, my.” I made a face at him.
“One says, ‘weekend tryst for the playboy Prince of Europe.’”
