Chapter 19
THEO
PEOPLE OFTEN CALLED me impulsive, accused me of acting without thinking. But as the red wine soaked through my pristine white shirt to dampen my skin, I knew exactly what I was doing.
I’d been on my best behavior for close to four hours now, and that was about three hours and fifty minutes too long. Something my sexy shadow apparently disagreed with, since he wouldn’t assist in my escape plan.
But that was okay—I didn’t need Shep to tell me how to make an exit.
I’d been scheming and plotting vanishing acts since I was made to attend royal functions at the tender age of learning how to walk.
Disappearing from a packed theatre would be a breeze, and to prove it, I was going to do it in the most outrageous way possible.
“Theo, your shirt,” Amaya said as she took the now-empty glass from me. I reached for the damp material and began to pull it from my pants.
“I know,” I joked. “And I’m usually so good at swallowing.”
“Theo,” she admonished me, handing off our glasses to a passing waiter and snatching up a napkin to blot at the stain.
“I think that’s making it worse.”
Amaya let out an exasperated sigh. “How did you manage to spill your wine?”
With great ease, since that was my plan.
Now I just needed to excuse myself and exit, and Shep would have to follow.
“Just clumsy, I guess.” I looked over to see a woman with her phone up, no doubt filming my “slip,” and winked. “But I can’t go around wearing this all night.”
I reached for the bottom button and slid it free from the hole, and several women in the crowd cheered.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” I grinned and unfastened the next two, and Amaya moved in front of me and aimed a steely stare at the phones pointed in my direction.
“The prince is going to step out for a minute and get cleaned up.” She glared over her shoulder at me. “Aren’t you?”
“On my way,” I said with a wave to my captive audience. As I headed toward the front exit, I caught sight of Shep slipping in and out of the rest of the security lining the theatre wall.
My lips tipped into a devious smile as I stepped out of the main auditorium and into the empty hall, and not a minute later a strong hand gripped my arm and hauled me away from my head security guard who was posted outside the door.
It probably should’ve concerned me that he didn’t make a move to intercept Shep. But since I’d orchestrated this entire scenario in the hopes of provoking this very reaction, it would be somewhat annoying if he decided to be a hero now.
Plus, he knew Shep. He knew that I knew Shep. And if we didn’t get out of this hallway now, my head of security was going to know the two of us a whole lot better.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Shep said by my ear as he directed me down the hall.
“I’m going to clean my shirt,” I said. “I accidentally spilled my wine.” I abruptly stopped and turned to face Shep’s glowering stare. “See?”
“It was a little hard to miss it. What the hell was that? You were supposed to be—”
“Behaving myself? I know.” I pouted. “But I told you, I was bored.”
“So you decided to make a spectacle of yourself?”
“Non, I decided to lure you outside so I could do nefarious things to you.”
Shep rolled his eyes, then shoved me back several steps until the door to the restroom swung open and we were hidden away from the main thoroughfare.
“Are you crazy? The last thing you should be doing is drawing more attention to yourself. Someone is trying to hurt you.”
“If they didn’t make a move in a dark theatre in over two hours, I highly doubt they were going to do it when the lights came up and cameras were trained on me.”
Shep’s eyes widened. “How do you know that? Maybe they were looking for a bang.”
“They wouldn’t be the only ones,” I muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me.”
As Shep cursed and lifted the cap to run a frustrated hand through his hair, I loosened my tie and started undoing the rest of my buttons.
“What are you doing?”
I paused and looked down to see my open shirt hanging on my shoulders. “I’m changing my shirt.”
Shep’s eyes narrowed. “To what?”
I studied his black button-up and smirked. “Yours. Take it off.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Give it to me.”
“How about no.”
“Well,” I said as I shrugged out of mine, balled it up, and tossed it on the counter behind him, “I guess I could go back in there like this.”
Shep ran scorching eyes down over my naked chest, and when they stopped at the beginning of my treasure trail, he growled. “The hell you are.”
“Then give me your shirt.”
Those eyes turned to slits, and before I could ask again, he shoved me back against the door, his large hand flat against my chest. A flush of red crept up his neck, but then he reached over and flipped the lock on the door, and the sound of it made my dick throb.
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
“I’ll give you more than my shirt,” he said, and lowered his hand down to my belt, making quick work of ripping it off. “I’ll give you my cock.”
Now that was what I wanted to hear, and it sounded even better coming from Shep’s full lips.
“Putain,” I managed to say before his mouth slammed onto mine with a possession and urgency that had my dick rising to full mast. The heat had been simmering for hours, but all it took was one touch from Shep to have me raring to go.
Uptight Shep could be worn down even in the wrong place, wrong time, something I wouldn’t have thought was possible. There were hundreds of people outside this door, and every one of them knew exactly who the two of us were. The consequences of being caught were disastrous, but…
That was what made this so hot.
He sucked my tongue into his mouth, then curled his arm around my waist and began to move us away from the door.
I didn’t give a shit where he wanted this to happen, as long as it did, but I wasn’t disappointed at all when my ass hit the edge of a sink and he spun me to face the mirror.
My pants and briefs were shoved down in an instant, leaving me bare and naked for him to watch.
“You kinky fucker.” I grinned and caught his eyes in the reflection. “I ask for you to take your clothes off and somehow I lost mine.”
Shep unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. “You’ve been begging for this for hours.”
“Oui. I have. I even came prepared this time.” I grabbed the small packet of lube I’d slipped into my pocket earlier on the off chance I could get Shep to misbehave, and whaddya know? He’d taken the bait.
He snatched the packet out of my hand and trailed it down the length of my spine, then farther to flirt with the crack of my ass. “It won’t be any less rough,” he warned.
The memory of the brutal way he’d taken me the day of the wedding flashed through my mind, and I shivered in anticipation.
“Good,” I said, widening my stance and gripping either side of the sink.
I watched as Shep’s hands plumped my ass cheeks, and even as he licked his lower lip, I could see the indecision warring across his face.
He wanted to but felt he shouldn’t. I didn’t know whether the “shouldn’t” part came from where we were, who we were, or if it was King that popped into his mind at that moment, but I wouldn’t let any of that interfere with getting what I wanted.
And that was Shep’s cock in my ass.
I pushed back on him, and that seemed to snap him out of wherever he’d been and into action.
With his teeth, he ripped the packet open and coated his dick, but instead of immediately driving into me the way I expected him to, he trailed his finger between my cheeks and watched me in the mirror.
I hadn’t expected him to tease me, not now, when we didn’t have time.
But as the pad of his finger pressed up against my entrance, I exhaled and relished the way his thick digit slid into me.
Slow and sure, followed by another finger scissoring inside, making me wish we had all the time in the world to actually explore each other.
I knew whatever this was between us didn’t lend itself to that. These were quick fucks on stolen time, a way to relieve stress with each other and nothing more.
“Dammit, Shep,” I groaned, pushing back on him. “Give me your dick or I’ll get myself off.”
“You still think you’re the boss here?” He drew his fingers out of me and teased my ass again. “You think I’ll let you top from the bottom?”
“Shep, je jure devant Dieu…” The loss of any part of him inside me was acute, and I was starting to feel a little desperate. I wrapped my hand around my stiff prick and began to jerk myself, needing all this pent-up sexual tension to ease if I had to go back out there, amongst a crowd.
Shep leaned in, his mouth by my ear. “Beg me for it.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Beg for my cock.”
I didn’t know what was wrong with me—Shep’s order turned me on, and my heart beat a little faster, my breathing coming out heavy as I said, “I want it.”
A cruel smirk tipped one side of his mouth, his exhale against my neck making me shiver. “You can do better than that. Or do you not want this?” The thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance but didn’t go any farther.
It was really too bad I was desperate for it, because I would’ve loved to watch his face as I zipped back up without a care.
But I couldn’t. Not when I knew how good the next few minutes would be.
“Je vais te faire payer ca,” I said. “Fuck me, Shep. Please.”
Before the “please” was out of my mouth, he shoved inside me, leaving me gasping for breath.
Fuck yes. This was exactly what I wanted, what I’d had to beg for, and it was worth it already. I wasn’t pushed up against a wall this time, unable to see him; I was watching every second of this scorching-hot rendezvous.