Page 21 of His Princess

I would give him the fucking Oscar for Best Actor if I could. Maybe he would get through this after all; although, he still had a lot to learn.

The sound of my phone sliced through the moment, the annoying ringing sharper than a hot knife in butter, and I sighed when I grabbed it and answered. “Hello?”

“Colt, I need your ass here now.” Derek’s deep voice filled the other end of the line, and I sighed.

“How soon do you need me?”

“ASAP. We’ve got a problem we need to deal with, a very alive but needs to be dead problem.” Amusement danced in Derek’s voice, and I frowned.

“You don’t usually need my help with that sort of thing,” I drawled, glancing at Quin from the corner of my eye. He seemed intent on listening, curiosity quirking his mouth. The moment he saw me look at him, though, he quickly glanced at his phone.

“This is different. This guy’s got some numbers I want you to see.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“Good.” Derek ended the call.

I stood immediately, stretching out the kinks in my spine. “I need to go to work.”

“I ordered breakfast,” Quin protested weakly, a frown marring his beautiful face. “Do you have to go?”

I snickered. “Yes, Princess, I do.” I stalked forward, crowding him against the counter until our bodies were pressed tightly together. He sucked in a deep breath and his chin tilted back so our mouths brushed lightly. “Be good for me, hmm? Go buy those clothes like I said and find cooking classes. I’ll call you when I’m done, and then you can try on dresses for me. And if you behave, I’ll get on my knees the way I promised and eat your pussy really well. Can you do that for me, Wife?”

He swept his hand over my shoulder, fingers dancing across my shirt teasingly. “Yes, Husband.”

My cock twitched in my sweatpants. Fuck, I wanted to devour him. “Good girl.” I pecked his lips. “I am going to spoil the hell out of you, do you know that?”

He wrinkled his nose and pouted, cheeks perfectly pink against his pale skin. “You are?”

“Anything you want, I’ll give you. As long as you’re my good girl.”

He trembled, and I spread my hands over his back, drawing him against me.

“Do you like the sound of that? Are you my good girl?” I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Will you do everything I say, Princess?”

He whimpered, rocking his hips against me. His hard cock rutted on my thigh, and I shifted my leg forward to give him the friction he needed. “Yes, Husband. Please. Yes.”

“Fantastic.” With a soft chuckle, I moved away, and he groaned in disappointment. “Later, baby girl, I promise. Daddy’s gotta go to work.”

He pouted.

Walking toward my bedroom to get dressed in a suit was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done. I was going to ruin him later.

8

QUIN

“BABY GIRL,” I grumbled for the hundredth time. “Ugh, why do I fucking like that so much?” I wrinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue, but there was no denying a shiver worked its way up my spine each time I remembered Colt’s rough voice calling me that. “Hell’s bells, why is that sexy?” I groaned.

I wanted him to growl those words while he had his dick in me, and that was a sad, twisted fact I couldn’t deny. Agitation had me tugging at the tie that kept my hair in a bun, and I dragged it down and fluffed it out. A breeze tossed the strands across my face, and they got snagged in what remained of the lipstick from earlier. I pushed the mess back with my fingers, and the hair tugged across my lips.

Why did that remind me of Colt kissing me? What was wrong with me? How did my brain get rewired to FUCK MODE so fast?

The last thing I’d thought I would be doing on a Saturday morning—after I’d purposefully decided not to listen to Colt—was shopping. My mind was blown, but maybe it shouldn’t be. He probably wanted me dressed to fit the role before he lived out his kinky punishment fantasy.

My cock twitched. Damn it, I was so on edge after the way he’d toyed with me earlier. I bit my bottom lip and the taste of cherries teased the tip of my tongue. I grabbed my lipstick out of my pink messenger bag and swiped it across my mouth.

It had already been a hell of a morning.

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