by Mina Carter
Epilogue
He’d been gone by the time she woke up in the morning, leaving a note to say the room was hers as long as she wanted. Even if she’d wanted to, time and her second flight had waited for no one.
Kyla cast a glance along the line of people waiting to have their books signed and plastered her game face back on. She shouldn’t have expected him to hang around for breakfast really. It was a one-night thing. Two people from different worlds coming together for hot sex before heading off to live their lives. He hadn’t even asked her name, she thought morosely, as she mechanically signed books and smiled. How much of an indication had that been that it was nothing more than a one-night stand…or her own little flight of fantasy.
Two hours passed. She smiled, asked names and signed books. A rigid routine as she worked through the line until it began to thin out. Then there were no more books to be signed. Kyla checked her watch. Thank god, five minutes to close. She’d be able to escape, go back to her hotel and sleep. She groaned and rolled her neck, rubbing at the sore muscles.
A book was pushed under her nose. Mentally, she sighed. Latecomers should be shot.
“Who to?” Forcing a smile, she pulled it toward her and opened it, pen poised.
“How about…‘to my biggest fan’, princess?”
The deep voice and familiar endearment brought her head up sharply. Alex stood in front of her, clean-shaven and with a suit on. A twinkle in his eyes, he leaned over the table to brush a kiss against her lips. Around them, a storm of camera flashes lit the room. She blinked in surprise. The cameras hadn’t been there a moment before, so he must have brought them with him.
“I don’t care what you put as long as we get to try the position on page ninety-seven.”
She gaped, speechless. He was here.
“How did you find me?” she asked as she opened the book. “You didn’t ask my name.”
He winked, ignoring the cameras around them. “Enough of a bribe and hotel reception will tell you anything. All I needed was your room number. Are you done here?”
Later that evening, she sat on a double recliner on the veranda of Alex’s penthouse room and watched the lights of the city below them. The hours since he’d turned up at the bookstore had passed in a daze. There had been dinner and a party…some kind of film-company event. All through it, even though he was working, Alex had kept her firmly by his side. Her very own Prince Charming. She’d had to pinch herself several times, just to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep and into her own private fantasy.
“Hey, princess.”
She turned at the sound of Alex’s voice to find him stepping out of the apartment, a glass of champagne in each hand. He’d lost the suit jacket and his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his bare chest.
“Have you enjoyed the evening? You weren’t too bored, were you?”
He sat down on the recliner next to her and handed her a glass. Accepting it with a small murmur of thanks, she took a sip before she answered.
“No, not at all.” She slid him a sideways glance, mischief in her eyes. “You are aware of the danger you were courting though? Putting a writer in with all those fascinating people?”
“Fascinating?”
His eyebrow winged up and he put the glass down on the table next to the recliner. He took her glass and put it on the table, his movements deliberate. Out here in the darkness, she couldn’t see his eyes properly, but the expression on his face was predatory. Her breathing hitched as excitement rolled through her.
“Princess, the only guy you need to find fascinating is me.”
He moved over her, blocking her view of the city and most of the night sky as he pressed her down into the lush embrace of the recliner. Bending his head, his lips grazed the delicate skin of her neck.
“You’ve done something to me… I can’t stop thinking about you.” His voice was a hoarse whisper, his hard body warmth against the cool breeze that washed over the rooftop veranda. “All day, all I wanted to do all day was be done with those damn script readings so I could come and find you.”
Feminine triumph filled her as he claimed her lips. His kiss was hard and feverish, as though he couldn’t get enough of her. In the darkness of night, all the suave finesse and charm he’d displayed during the evening was gone, replaced by male need and possessiveness.
Easing her lips apart, he thrust his tongue deep and groaned. His hand shook as they fumbled with the hem of her dress and slid under it to caress her thigh. She shivered as his roughened palm skimmed her leg and cupped the curve of her ass. She’d been waiting for this all evening. With every kiss and stolen caress, every hot look he’d shot her when no one was looking…it was enough to drive a woman out of her mind with wanting.
She freed the remaining buttons on his shirt, pulling the fabric free from his pants. They both moaned as she swept her hands up his broad back. Shoving her dress up to her hips, he parted her legs wider and settled between them.
“Feel that, princess? This is what you do to me.”
He ground his pelvis against hers. His thick cock, hard as an iron bar, pressed against her clit and she tried not to whimper in need. She remembered what it had felt like last night as he’d filled her over and over again, his lovemaking just this side of feral. As it would be now. She could feel the tremors he was holding in check, sense the control he was exerting on his body.
He moved his head, claiming her lips again. His kiss left her nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. The rush of passion and need was so all-consuming, all she could do was accept it. Accept that he’d gotten under her skin and become an addiction she had no intention of trying to fight.
“You’ve bewitched me. All I could think about all night was peeling you out of this…” He pulled the delicate strap down her arm and kissed along the top of her shoulder. “And taking you until you begged for mercy.”
She gasped as he nipped her shoulder lightly. The abrasive scrape made the arousal humming through her spiral upward at breakneck speed. Grabbing his collar, she pulled him back to where she wanted him and kissed him soundly.
“You sure it’s going to be me begging for mercy? You know what they say about older women…we don’t hit our sexual peak until we’re forty. Sure you can keep up, loverboy?”
She didn’t know where the words were coming from. They sounded like something the heroine out of one of her books would say. She didn’t care though. Especially not when he dragged a ragged breath in and his cock jumped against her clit as though eager to be inside her.
“Just try me,” he growled.
Clothes didn’t fall away; they were unzipped, unsnapped or pushed aside as need blazed hotter than any inferno. Within seconds she had his stiff cock in her hands, guiding him into the slick, hot cavern of her pussy. He pushed against her. Half a second later he was buried balls-deep, her legs wrapped around his lean hips.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this here,” she whispered against his neck. They were both mostly dressed, but the veranda could be seen from the buildings around them. Only the darkness provided cover for what they were up to, otherwise anyone could see them. Her cunt clenched around his cock hard and she frowned. She couldn’t be getting turned-on by that, surely?
“Believe it, princess. I can’t wait…”
His hips moved rhythmically. Short thrusts as he fucked her hard and fast. His face hard and determined, he moved and pinned her wrists over her head. Stretched out under him like some sort of pagan sacrifice, she felt wanton. Like she could do anything. Not like the mousy divorcée she’d branded herself. Something about him turned her into a sex goddess. Or, at least, that’s how he made her feel when he looked at her like he was. A mixture of male need and feral possessiveness. Like she was everything to him and he had to have her at any cost.
He thrust deep again and rolled his hips. His pelvis ground against hers, trapping her clit between them. It throbbed, aching for more. Her cunt tightened around him.
“Oh god,” she panted, unable to stay quiet. “More, please…”
He grinned, a white flash of teeth in the darkness. No words were exchanged as he upped the pace. He slammed into her again, rolling his hips each time and sending her halfway to heaven. She whimpered and moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around him.
With each thrust, the tension in her body grew tighter, her pussy clenching on his cock in need. Anticipation coursed through her as she felt her release rushing up. Her movements became jerky and uncoordinated. She needed more, just a little more, but she couldn’t make it happen.
“Shhh, princess. That’s it, just let go. I’ve got you.” He wrapped his arms around her, rolling to his back until she was straddled across him. He bit his lip, his large hands held her hips and he pulled her down, impaling her on his thick cock.
The world shattered into a kaleidoscope of color and light. She sobbed his name and pleasure assaulted her from all sides. Her existence narrowed down to the two of them and the place their bodies joined became one. The friction as she rode him, his hands guiding her, elongating her pleasure.
“So beautiful…All mine. Never gonna let you go,” he murmured, then stiffened. The cords in his neck stood out as he yelled her name in a hoarse cry. His hands bit into her hips as he drove up into her one last time, his cock jerking and pulsing deep inside her. His eyes held hers, astonishment and something deeper than lust in their depths.
Still buried within her, he drew her down into his arms as the aftershocks of their release rolled through them. She went easily, a murmur of contentment in her throat as he pressed a kiss to her temple and pulled a light blanket from the nearby chair over them.
“Five minutes rest, princess. Then you and me have a date with the shower.”
From the way he slid his hand down her back to cup her ass, she didn’t think that shower was going to have a lot to do with washing. But she didn’t care. Somehow, from a flight of fantasy, she’d found her very own Prince Charming.
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Mina Carter is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of romance in many genres. She lives in the UK with her husband, daughter and a bossy cat.
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