"Is it just my mind that is free to wander?" I ask, leaning back. I don't know where these words are coming from. Is it this woman?
Nadia smiles at me and I can see her eyes scanning my body. And I know that if she is judging me on looks alone, I have nothing to worry about. I am 6' 3" of muscle. Hard and lean. No tattoos - I'm not a feckless party boy, but a man. I have trained at the Parthenian Military Academy and I know 147 different ways to use my hands and my muscles to kill a man. I have a sculpted body that I spend hours in the gym maintaining. I have deep blue eyes and golden blonde hair and a face that would grace the cover of magazines if I were of a more whimsical nature.
I know that if this woman wants me, she must understand that my Kingdom comes first. That honor and duty come first. We are free to play, but it will be temporary. And she will be satisfied. My cock that dangles between my legs is large, and it will be more than enough to please her.
Do I sound cocky and arrogant to you? That is not my intent at all. Rather, I am simply stating to you facts that will make your understanding of my situation easier.
"Did you have thoughts on what part of you could....wander?" Nadia asks me, her hungry eyes settling on my cock. She licks her lips lasciviously before she gets up from her seat on the edge of her desk and takes two steps towards me.
"I could show you?" I ask with a smirk.
I am supposed to be here on business. This is the most unprofessional I have ever behaved. It goes against everything that I have ever taught myself in the 28 years that I have been alive. If my father knew that this was how I was comporting myself when I came...
Nadia moves one step closer and her leg brushes against my knee and I forget everything I was thinking about and my hands rise to grab her by her waist.
She comes into me willingly and I feel her spread her legs apart to encompass mine, and her body comes inches away from mine.
She leans down and my hands go up to reach her ass. I place both hands on her ass, one had per ass cheek and I squeeze it gently.
No other thought is going through my mind. Except stripping her naked, bending her over her desk and fucking her. Hard. Making her moan. Making her scream. Making her shudder.
And then cumming on her and claiming her as my conquest.
She is bringing out something primal inside of me.
I don't know what it is. I cannot control it.
"So before we go any further, do we have anything we need to figure out about the gala?" Nadia asks.
I sigh. Is this her attempt to get me to come? Does she think that I will draw in more clients for her? That my presence at this gala of hers will bring her a measure of credibility to her tarnished reputation? Perhaps it is best to let her think that she needs me more than I actually need her. Because right now, the future of my kingdom hangs on whether I can use Nadia to get more investment.
"I will come," I say to her.
Nadia smiles at me and I immediately realize the double meaning to my words. I smile back and she lowers her head to kiss me as my hands on her ass guide her to sit on my throbbing erection.
"Oh, yes, you will, my Prince," she says with a wicked smile.
Her face is centimeters away. I can smell her. I can feel her. Her ass is luscious. Her eyelids are drooping.
And that's when her intercom goes off.
"Ms. Moore, Prince Liam is on his way up to see you for your meeting," her secretary informs her.
Liam Caldwell?
Of New Parthenia?
I take a deep sigh and release Nadia and push her gently. She stops me and looks at me - her eyes sparkle in alarm.
"I cannot do this," I say. I mean the gala that she wants me to attend. I fear I may even mean the sex that we both wish to engage in. "I cannot do anything with you if you do business with that man."
3
Nadia
I would be lying if I said that I was surprised by Gabriel pushing at me. I let my body respond to him and I move myself away, but my mind is working at a mile a minute.
He said no? To this?
“Liam Caldwell is not someone I care to associate with,” Gabriel says, as I move off his handsome, sculpted body and get back on my feet. “And people who deal with Liam are similarly those that I do not wish to associate with for business.”
The nerve of this man. I’m about to retort a biting response as Gabriel heads to the door, but I hold my tongue.
I still need him for the gala. I still need the Prince of Parthenia for my event if I need to draw in the corporate interests. Everyone from Boeing to Goldman Sachs. No one is going to take me seriously as a player in the international stage without any international rulers or influencers showing up at my charity Christmas gala. No one will believe that I’ve gotten over my missteps in the past without some sort of royalty at the party.
“Why do you hate him so much?” I ask, straightening out my dress. I wore extra tight today. I don't know why. I didn't think I’d be on some man’s lap. I’m not opposed to it, but I didn’t come to work determined to seduce Prince Gabriel. I mean, I didn’t think that he was my type. He’s strong, silent, confident, collected. He knows what he wants. He goes and he gets it. He doesn't boast, and he doesn't brag.
A few days ago, I read about Prince Liam and how he was caught at the United Nations with that billionaire’s daughter. That’s the sort of men that I end up gravitating to. Men that jump from airplanes and topple governments. But men that prop up the institutions that we rely on – this is a first for me.
Why am I thinking about him so much? Why am I letting him get into my head?
“Liam is a child, masquerading as a man,” Gabriel says in a grave, deep voice. “He brings shame to his country and to me, knowing that we come from the same stock.”
Surely he can’t be that bad. Although, he did cum all over that girl in front of her sister. But such considerations are beneath me. I have an image to rehabilitate. And a Prince to snatch.
“I won't be doing any business with him then, if he’s that important to you,” I tell Gabriel, looking at him. Gabriel looks at me with surprise.
“You mean that?” he asks.
I nod my head and take a step closer. I can tell he’s moved by my declaration. Moved is not just a metaphorical term. It’s literal as well. I can see his cock strain against the dress pants that he has on.
But there is no time. Prince Liam Caldwell is on his way.
Gabriel seems to sense this as well.
“Perhaps we should continue this discussion later?” Gabriel asks me.
I nod. He looks into my eyes for a long moment.
There. What was that? What just passed between us?
Gabriel gets into an elevator and I watch from the door to my office as Liam walks out of another elevator. He walks into the entrance to Moore Consulting and walks past the receptionist. He’s seen me at the end of the hallway.
He’s cute. Even though he’s in a suit and tie, I can tell that under that white shirt, red power tie and black Hugo Boss suit there is an animal. I can even make out the barest hint of his tattoos in my mind – I’ve seen him shirtless on the internet countless times. I’ve fantasized about him in the past. About this bad boy fucking the living daylights out of me.
But sadly, I need to repress my urges today.
I pick up my purse which sits next to the door in my office and walk towards Prince Liam.
“Prince Liam,” I say as I walk up to him and pass him by without turning my head. “Thank you for coming up. I know you scheduled an appointment, but unfortunately I’ve been called away on an emergency.”
I need to head away from the Prince. I’m afraid that if I stay in the same office with him that I’ll succumb to my own desires. That’s if the Prince even wants me. I haven’t had the best of luck with Royal men, but if I’m to say no to him, then I don’t want to mix sex and make things even more complicated.
My abrupt refusal to even meet with the Prince, stops him short. He must have
made an appointment with my receptionist, Cindy. I was only guessing that, but his reaction tells me that I’m right.
I feel, rather than see, him turn around and stare at me as I slow my steps walking away from him.
“Are you fucking serious, love?” Liam asks. “You’re just going to walk out on me after I scheduled to sit down with you?”
There’s nothing I can do if I want to keep the association with Gabriel.
“I’m sorry Prince Liam,” I say and push the button for the elevator. Just a few more seconds and this will be over. The doors open and I walk in.
“This is not the Lady Nadia fucking Moore that I heard about,” the Prince says sarcastically as he steps into the elevator with me.
Fuck. He’s in the elevator with me. I didn’t think that he’d get in. But what did he hear about me?
Against my better judgment, I look over towards him. “What did you hear about me, and who said it?” I ask. Simple. Direct.
He looks at me for a long second. Then he shrugs. “Prince Anders told me to look you up after my recent difficulties at the fucking UN, love,” Prince Liam says.
I’ve loved Royal men before. Perhaps it’s their accent. But Anders Blaine I did not love. I tried to destroy him to take vengeance on another bad boy who had wronged me. I had failed in destroying him. So why did he tell this man to come see me?
Before I can ask, the Prince answers as if he can read my mind. “He said that if anyone could help me, it was you,” he says. The elevator doors open, but I stand there, continuing to look at Liam.
Why are his words affecting me?
Liam, for his part doesn’t break the stare. “Prince Anders said that if anyone has turned their lives around, it’s you. That you would understand what I’m going through.”
Why is it so fucking hard to break the stare with those beautiful, soulful eyes?
I finally manage to, and quickly walk out of the elevator before the doors close. I’m walking away from him, it may seem like it to you. But I’m not. I don’t want to think about what those eyes hold. I need to focus on myself.
I cannot fall for another Prince. I need to use the good Prince for my ends. I cannot fall in love with the bad boy. Not now. Not again.
There’s a Santa Claus with a Salvation Army collection bucket ringing a bell outside the building I rent office space in. My limo is outside and the driver opens the door. Before I step in, I turn towards Prince Liam.
“I only deal with matters of international relations, I’m afraid,” I say to him. “But I’m flattered you came to me. I’m sorry.”
I don’t give him a chance to say anything but get into the car. I can see him look at the limo as the car starts. I need to clear my head. I go to the one place that has always brought me peace in New York City.
Bergdorf’s on 5th next to the Park. That’s right. My emergency led me to Bergdorf Goodman.
I have totally lied to the prince.
Don’t shake your head at me. I’m not going just to shop. I go to relax. Bergdorf Goodman is to me what a long bath is to you.
From my offices in midtown to the store next to Central Park is maybe only ten minutes with traffic, and before I know it the door is opening and I’m getting out into the sidewalk.
I’m walking into the store when there is a roar of an engine approaching. I turn my head back to look and, just as I was afraid, the Prince pulls up next to the sidewalk of the store in his motorcycle.
He parks on the street. A traffic police gestures.
“Sir, you can’t park there,” the cop gesticulates but Prince Liam takes off his helmet and pays about as much attention to him as he does to a bird. He’s staring right at me.
I was afraid he was going to follow me.
Although, was I really afraid?
Was it fear, or was it really hope?
“This is your emergency, love?” Liam says, with a grin. “Did I make your panties too wet?”
“How do you even know I’m wearing any?” I say involuntarily.
Why the fuck did I say that? It’s like I couldn’t control my mouth around him.
Maybe it’s because he called me out on my lie.
There is a quality about this man that stirs something inside of me. Something I have not felt in a long time.
I don’t stay to find out. I walk into the store and am one rack into the women’s section when the Prince comes up to me.
“This is an international matter, if you haven’t noticed,” he says.
I raise my head from the camisoles that I’m browsing. “Really? You performing a sex act in front of world leaders and having to clean up your image is one of international relations?” I ask with raised eyebrows.
The Prince smiles. “She was the daughter of the billionaire…” Liam starts but I interrupt him.
“Richard Castleton, yes I know,” I say to him. I’ve invited Richard Castleton, the world famous industrialist to my Christmas gala. He’s expressed interest, but only if Prince Gabriel has a chance to speak a few words with him.
“I dated the daughter to get to the father,” Liam continues. “When I saw it was going nowhere, I broke up with the elder daughter as I went to go see the father.”
“And you came all over the younger daughter,” I say with a smile. Despite myself, I was impressed at the moxie this man has, to be so flagrantly irreverent.
“My country needs people like him, Lady Nadia,” Prince Liam says as I grab two slips, a camisole, and a negligee from the rack and walk aimlessly down the aisles. “We’ve been impoverished for long enough. My people need investment from the men of money. And I need you to help me connect with them.”
“I don’t think that your semen on their daughter’s faces will make them like you much,” I say with a teasing smile.
What am I doing? Why am I bantering with this man? He offers me nothing.
And maybe that’s it. He offers me nothing. This bad boy. This breaker of hearts.
He is handsome. Very much so. As handsome as Gabriel was, but in a roguish way. His smile is infectious. His body is magnificent, and it is not hidden by his suit. In fact, his shirt is tight, and it presses against his muscles.
I cannot marvel at this specimen of man!
I am Nadia fucking Moore. The daughter of a Baron. CEO of a public relations firm.
And working with a fucking chip on my shoulder the size of a Christmas tree.
“So what do you say, love?” Prince Liam asks me. “Help me get at least a few contracts?”
This cannot be happening. His smile is making my panties wet. It’s making my knees quake.
“It’s not a simple process…” I begin.
“Just get me in the room with them, love,” Prince Liam says. “I’ll take care of the rest.”
“They won't want to meet with you,” I respond back. “They’ll be too busy hiding their female daughters.”
“Invite me to your gala,” Prince Liam says. “With the hundreds of people there, I just need a few. Please.”
This bad boy, notorious throughout the world is asking, no begging, me.
A girl could get used to this.
I hesitate. I need to think of Gabriel. I glance at the Prince. His body is literally flexing and rippling with muscles. I take a glance down at his cock.
It’s huge. And his pants are doing something in their cut where it’s impossible for me not to tell that he’s engorged.
“Let me at least try to convince you, love,” the Prince says, seeing my hesitation and then picking up on my glances.
Oh, Jesus, this cannot be happening. Not again.
“How?” I ask. I’m not quivering. I’ve destroyed men greater than him. I’ve fought with Presidents and I’ve made Kings cum. I am not to be trifled with.
But I’m still a woman. And I’m dripping wet.
“How do you plan on convincing me?” I ask again. My voice is husky.
Prince Liam doesn’t say anything. He gestures. The fitting rooms are rig
ht next to us.
He places his hand on my arm, and tugs me gently. I follow him as if in a trance.
There is no attendant at the entrance to the ladies fitting rooms and he walks without a word down the hallway to the farthest one.
I look at his face. He smiles at me. Or rather smirks. I’ve come to fall for these bad boy smirks in the past.
I fall for it now.
My brain says one thing, but my body says another. And eventually my brain surrenders. I smile at him.
“Let me show you,” the Prince says. “It’ll be so much better than telling you.”
4
Nadia
He pulls me into one of the fitting rooms, closing the door behind us. I look into his eyes, my heart drumming wildly inside my chest. I could get used to having men look at me like this, insatiable hunger flickering behind their eyes. Well, if I’m being honest, a lot of men look at me like this… But not all men are like him, a perfect monument to manhood. Oh, no, most men are just regular human beings. But he is a God. Someone that towers above commons mortals. Really, look at him - all it takes is one hard look for you to realize that he’s perfection incarnate, a man capable of making any woman go mad. And I know what I'm talking about… After all, I'm an expert on bad boys - and there’s no better way to define Liam than as a bad boy.
My pussy is already wet, my drenched underwear sticking to my skin. My heart is racing furiously inside my rib cage, pumping desire through my veins as if I just received a shot of adrenaline. The blood that runs through me is charged with lust and sinful thoughts, inflaming my wicked sense.
I tried to avoid this. I knew how dangerous it would be for me to be near Liam. He’s my kryptonite - handsome, wicked and relentless. But here I am now… And there’s no going back. There’s no stopping what’s about to happen.
I take one step forward, my eyes never leaving his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I press my mouth on his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down the fabric as I bare his chest.
Naughty Vs. Nice: A Holiday MMF Bisexual Romance Page 3
