Royally Benevolent (Resplendent Royals #4)

55. The Object of His Affection

55

THE OBJECT OF HIS AFFECTION

ODETTE

B y now, my consumption of billionaire romances was out of control. I’d finally put the toy Astrid bought me for my birthday to work. On nights I wasn’t with Wyatt, I was beyond help. It was something desperate. I needed to get off. I hated that consuming these books became comforting —as much as I’d resisted them in the past. A feature I particularly enjoyed was where the heroine would lay in bed waiting for the billionaire hero.

Such was the case of a particularly spicy scene I’d read while on my way to Paris with Wyatt on Monday morning. He was busy working while I basked in the glow of happy orgasms and fabulous aftercare. We arrived, and I was all wound up and wishing he didn’t have a meeting.

“Just check-in and I will keep you updated,” Wyatt kissed me outside the hotel’s back entrance.

“When do you expect to come back?”

“Probably around ten, but Paris only gets better later. Take a long nap. Put anything you want on my hotel tab. Go wild and spoil yourself.”

I blushed.

He brushed my chin with his thumb. “Go, enjoy. I’ll take you out late. Buy something pretty.”

Lingerie was my mission. I kissed him one last time. “I will be counting the minutes.”

I departed, and a concierge guided me to the VIP lift.

“The Penthouse, ma’am.” He gestured as we entered a fabulous suite that occupied an entire floor.

Even for me, this was wild. I honestly did get the royal treatment this weekend. I tipped the concierge and bellhop who delivered my luggage. It was time to relax. I took a long bath in the fabulous tub, changed into a breezy summer dress and sun hat, and rang my driver. We’d come down relatively incognito, but I would be followed by plain-clothes detail everywhere.

I luxuriated among racks of sexy, romantic lace at one of the lingerie shops Alexandra ordered from.

“Are you looking for anything in particular?” an attendant asked.

“Something to wow my boyfriend,” I answered. “I want to surprise him when he gets in tonight.”

“Lovely. Well, we should have some options to emphasise your curves.”

I worried they’d turn their noses up in some act of French protest about my body. Instead, the woman chose flattering options. I walked away with two chemises and a dangerously inappropriate see-through thong body suit. Back at the hotel, I had dinner, watched television, took another long bath just because I could, and saw a text from Wyatt.

Wyatt

Meeting ended early. They had official business. On my way!

In a flash, I changed into the bodysuit, deciding to take advantage of this fantasy. When he arrived at the hotel, I was waiting in bed in only the see-through confection I’d purchased earlier.

“Odie?” Wyatt called out.

“In the bedroom,” I responded.

Wyatt walked into the bedroom, his tie and suit jacket on his arm. He did not expect to find me in bed waiting. The look on his face was utterly satisfying. I’d blown his mind. Now, he’d do everything to me. The wait was worth it. Fantasy fulfilled.

“I… holy shit, Odette,” Wyatt stammered. “You didn’t?—”

“Do you mind, baby?” I asked.

“Fuck, no. This is so hot.” He quickly undid his cufflinks, still looking for a way to address things. “You are… a fucking wet dream, Odette.”

I snickered. “No one has ever greeted you in lingerie, Wyatt Worthington?”

Wyatt unbuttoned his shirt. “Can’t say they have. But I’d never complain if you wanted to do it every night. It’s cruel, though.”

“Why?”

“Because I have to suffer through watching you there and extricate myself from all of these clothes.”

“I’m enjoying it.” I bit my lip.

“You would . Lap it up. You do the worst things to me, Odette.” He tossed his shirt.

“I know.”

“You get off on it.” He kicked off his trousers and underwear.

“I do,” I confessed.

Wyatt dove into bed, pulling me towards him in one robust and definite move. I shuddered as he pinned me to the bed and kissed my neck. I wanted all of him. I needed him.

Wyatt asked, “What can I do for you, baby?”

He wanted me to dirty talk. I was still working on this.

“I don’t know,” I played coy.

He kissed me, running his hand to play with my clit through the bodysuit’s sheer lace. I moaned into his mouth, trying to channel my worst, most naughty dialogue from my “research.” He slid the bodysuit aside, slipping one finger inside. Words left my mouth I didn’t even know I could say.

“Fuck me, Wyatt. My cunt is aching for you.”

He pulled back. “Odette, you are a very naughty girl. Where did you learn that?”

“I am a proper lady who reads literature ,” I said .

“I like this,” Wyatt said. “And the fact that you are dripping. Do you want me to fuck your tight pussy?”

“Please, baby. Please,” I pleaded.

“I cannot deny you,” Wyatt said. “You don’t deserve it with such salty language, but I’ll oblige you for my sake.”

“Good. The condoms are on the bedside table.”

“Good girl,” Wyatt said.

He ripped a condom open and slid it on his cock slowly. My anticipation heightened. I craved his cock more than ever. Wyatt pinned me to the bed. He tortured me with sweet kisses down my body, taking special care of the part of my hip he adored. His body parted my legs. Bodysuit pulled aside; he slid his hard cock inside me. It was impossibly good. My body needed this, but the sweet look on his wonderful face brought me the most joy. This man loved me.

I don’t know how I knew or what brought this feeling about, but I knew it deep in my soul. We might have been up to all manner of things. Our talk may have been dirty—filthy even—but this was love. This was tender. The way he treated me was always predicated on respect. He worshipped me—my curves, my body, my mind, and my spirit. He got it.

Heart racing, I choked out, “I love you, Wyatt.”

Immediately, I regretted it.

“Oh, baby, I love you, too.”

I couldn’t discount this being pillow talk, but it got me over the panic.

“Oh, god, make me cum!” I screamed. “Wyatt, make me cum!”

He pounded into me. I completely lost my mind, “ Oh, mon dieu! Fuck!”

The orgasm rocked me head-to-toe. I didn’t want it to end. Pleasure rolled over me. My legs twitched. My whole body shuddered. The beautiful, flushed feeling overwhelmed me after the climax hit. I panted, looking up at Wyatt as he also lost his battle with fighting his orgasm.

He groaned, pumping into me hard again, then kissed me. When he pulled back, still inside me, he finally spoke.

“I promise to tell you I love you the right way if you meant that, Odette—at a time I’m not balls-deep inside your perfect cunt.”

It was naughty and charming. In short, it was perfect.

“I love you, Wyatt. None of that was put on.”