Chapter 5
Royal carries me up the stairs, back to the bedroom where he sets me on the bed. “Stay.”
I follow orders like a good girl, waiting while he disappears into the bathroom.
I scoop my boobs back into my bralette and straighten the straps.
My soft belly is sticky with Royal’s cum.
I feel small in this magnificent room, a disheveled doll set in a richly appointed photoshoot spread in a high-end home living magazine.
Royal returns, and his brows knot together at the sight of me. In the aftermath of the orgasms, I’m wobbly, but I slide to my feet, fidgeting with the robe he gave me.
“What?” I ask, bracing myself for him to tell me he’s changed his mind and, snow or not, he’s ready for me to go.
“Come.” He proffers his hand. My foot catches on the fold of the oversized robe and I stumble. Royal’s there to catch me with a frown.
“Spiacente,” he apologizes. “I should dress you in a proper sized robe.”
“It’s okay. I kind of like it.”
We step inside the bathroom, and my eyes widen. In the darkness, candles glow, each one lit, tapers after tapers along the edge of a bathtub filled near to the brim with steaming water. The air is warm with the humidity the bath is giving off, and from the overabundance of glowing candles.
“What is this?” I breathe.
“A bath. I made you dirty, principessa. Now I’ll make you clean.”
He pulls me to the center of the room and then stops, turning to me. He unbuttons his long-sleeved shirt and pulls it off, leaving him in black slacks and an undershirt that bares his biceps. His muscles are hard and sleek, totally droolworthy.
He tosses his dress shirt to the marble floor and I make a little noise.
“You shouldn’t throw your clothes aside. They’re expensive.”
“Mmm,” he hums, turning to me with hunger in his dark eyes. He looks like he wants to devour me alive. My face heats up, the steam curling off the water making my skin flushed and warm.
He tugs the robe down my arms and lets it pool at my feet. He fingers the lace of my bralette like he wants to rip it off.
“Don’t,” I warn. “I like this bralette.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
“You already owe me leggings,” I scold, and choke on my words when he strips off his undershirt, presenting me with a mouthwatering display of sleek, tan muscles.
His skin is a few shades lighter than mine, an olive brown that speaks to his Mediterranean heritage.
I tighten my hands to fists before I run my hands all over him.
“Never mind,” I say. “You don’t owe me anything. ”
“No?” He angles his body, posing a little. Teasing me.
“No.” I drag my eyes away from him. “You’ve already helped a ton. You don’t need to buy me anything.”
“What if I want to buy you things?”
My reflection in the steamed up mirror has a furrowed brow. That does not compute. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I like buying pretty things.” He turns me back to him. I’m face to face with the groove between his smooth pecs. My thoughts stutter into nothing.
He thumbs along the lines of my breasts, fingering the lace.
“I like to own them.”
He strips me of my last item of clothing, and I let him, holding my arms up obediently.
He bends over me, brushing his lips over the shell of my ear.
“I would spend tens of thousands to dress you, just so I could rip those threads from your body.” Those whispered words race across my skin, lighting me up from the inside out.
My legs are about to give out when his arms close around me.
He positions me in front of him, facing the mirror.
I let him move me around like I’m a doll, leaning back into his hard body as he lets his hands roam over me.
He’s still in his slacks, but the expensive fabric does nothing to hide the steel rod of his cock pressing into my bare backside.
Royal’s breath warms my neck as he smooths his hands over my hips and soft belly. He cups my breasts and strokes the sensitive sides of my breasts with his thumbs. My curves fill his big palms, a generous handful spilling out of his hold.
He kisses up my neck while I stare at our reflection.
“What are you thinking?” he murmurs.
“I’m curvy,” I say.
“You’re beautiful.” His hand comes to my throat, wrapping around it and turning my head for his kiss. “Open for me, Leah.”
And I do. I’ll let him do anything he wants to me. If we only have one night together, I’m going to soak up everything I can.
It’ll be over all too soon.
Leah
I awaken in darkness, blinking in the blissful warmth. There’s a long, hard body pressed up against me. Royal. I’m in his bed. Across the dark room, beyond the window panes, snow falls silently.
Last night, Royal gave me a bath. At my request, he kept my hair dry, but personally washed me, running a washcloth over all my curves. I may have had another mini orgasm or two, just from his thorough washing of my princess parts.
He scooped me from the tub, drying me off with the same thoroughness and intensity he does everything—from fixing espresso machines to giving me orgasms. Then he took me to bed and made it clear how beautiful he thinks I am.
Now I’m in his bed, still drowsy. I twitch in preparation to inch away, and Royal’s arm tightens.
“Leah,” he murmurs against the back of my neck.
“I wasn’t trying to wake you,” I whisper. “I should go.” A one-night stand only lasts one night. I have no cause to feel disappointed.
“It's snowing. You sleep now.” His voice is muffled by my hair.
“What time is it?”
With a soft snarl, he moves, craning around to check the clock. “Six in the morning. February fourteenth.”
No wonder I woke up. This is prime baking time.
I push against Royal’s hard arm, but it doesn’t budge. “I need to get to work.”
“The shop is still closed,” he says, sounding fully awake now. “Not only because of snow. Your boss is also going to wait until the shop has undergone repairs.”
“You talked to him?” After the final round of sexy times, I passed out. Probably only a handful of hours ago.
“My men did.”
“He’s all right? And Cedella?”
“Both doing fine. We can call them whenever you like.”
I lick my lips. Sooner or later, I’m going to need to return home. But maybe I can keep the fantasy a little while longer.
“It’s Valentine’s Day,” I say, even as I let myself relax against Royal.
He nuzzles the back of my neck. “Did you have plans?”
“Not really.” I’d be making vanilla cupcakes with strawberry pink frosting, and red velvet cupcakes topped with thick cream cheese frosting.
“No date?”
“Not since my ex dumped me a year ago. The day before Valentine’s Day.” So he could take the girl he really wanted out on a date. “Since then, I’ve been alone.”
“Not anymore.” Royal kisses the back of my neck, his lips soft and sweet. It feels so good, I close my eyes.
“Eventually, I have to go back to my life,” I manage in a shaky voice.
“Or… You could stay here with me.” He rolls me onto my back and rises over me, a satisfied look on his face. “I have lots to offer… Everything you desire. Stay until I show you it all.”
I’m naked and so is he. It’s very distracting. “This is ridiculous.” My voice comes out a pant.
He’s wide awake now. He pushes my legs apart. “You can’t leave. We're snowed in.” His cock bobs as he looks down at me. “Looks like you'll be here a little while longer.”
“I guess.” I lick my lips, staring at the dark shape of his cock.
“Come here,” he demands, pulling me up with him.
I don’t even have time to protest before he bundles me into his lap.
I look up at him and he kisses me, mouth traveling down my jaw, to my neck.
He drags his teeth over my skin, holding me close.
It’s just the two of us, a sea of blankets, with the snow falling thick and heavy outside.
He tips me back, cradling me in strong arms. My nerves tingle and I tilt my head back, letting him kiss down the line of my shoulder to my breasts. He shifts, laying me down so he can devour my skin, licking over my left breast, pulling my nipple into a tight bud.
“Wait, stop,” I say as his hand skims down between my thighs. He pauses and his gaze travels up my body, his eyes intense as he looks at me.
“What is it?”
My cheeks are flushing as I say it, but the words spill out of me. “I want to watch you make yourself feel good,” I say.
He makes an amused noise. “Si?” He adjusts me in his lap. “Is that what you want?”
I nod and slide off of him, slipping back into the pillows, propping myself up. He presents me with his palm.
“Lick,” he commands, and I do. I lap at his hand, painting his skin with my saliva. “Good girl.” He takes his cock in hand. It’s rock-hard and waiting, the tip flushed as red as my cheeks.
“After this, we do what I want,” he says, “since I’m giving you a show.”
My mouth goes dry and I nod. Anything, to see him touch himself, show me exactly how he likes it.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought of this?
” he asks me as he grips his rod, his face turning dark.
His eyes burn over my skin, and I don’t want to ask him how long, or why, because I’m too busy drinking in the look of him, spine steel-straight, head slightly bowed, as he works his hand up and down his length.
My lips part as he watches me watching him. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done in my life. The wet sound of his hand over his skin makes my sex throb. My thighs tighten together.
I want him, that, inside of me.
I feel hot all over, and he groans, spreading his knees, bracing a hand next to me on the sheets as he works himself over.
“After this, you’re gonna give me what I want.” His words are breathy and thick. His eyes close tight and his hand stills on his cock, his hips hitching like he wants to fuck into his fist. “Lie back, beautiful.”
I obey, flattening myself. He straddles me, his heavy thighs bracing on either side of my body. His cock bobs in front of my face and my mouth opens automatically.