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I lift a brow. “Wow, no argument from Samuel.”
“He’s very glad you’re here.”
I smirk. “So he told me. You’ve been grumpy?”
“I’ve been an asshole.”
I run my hand over his chest. “Aw. How can I help?”
“Take your pants off.”
I laugh. “We only have twenty minutes.”
“Princess Abigail,” he says, his tone firm and low.
Just the way I love it.
“Yes?”
“Take your pants off and let me have my pussy.”
A shiver of lust goes through me. And I don’t argue, or even tease. I push him back, slide to the floor, and undo the button and zipper on my jeans. I push them as far as my boots will let them go.
“Do you want the boots off?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“No. Turn around.” He’s drinking in the sight of me.
I know I look a little messy. I got on the video call with the kids in the same T-shirt I’d worn out in the farm buildings. Linnea had said I should look like a gardener. So I hadn’t even redone my ponytail. I’d even worn my green rubber boots, though they couldn’t be seen on camera.
To come to the palace, I’d showered, but I hadn’t dressed up. New jeans, a new shirt, and my pink boots instead of the green. But otherwise, I’m just…me.
I turn so I’m facing the desk. He moves in behind me, running a hand over my ass. “I was so proud of you today,” he says in my ear.
Goosebumps trip down my arms. “Thank you.”
He’s in a suit and tie. Of course. I feel him shift, shrugging out of the jacket. Then he rolls the sleeves of his white dress shirt up on his forearms. I bite my lower lip. I love him in everything he wears. He makes an exceptionally hot cowboy. But this—the suit, tie, and dark-wood-and-leather office—definitely makes me hot and needy.
He pulls his tie loose and tosses it on the desk beside me.
“I’ll need a few minutes to put myself back together,” he tells me, running a hand around my hip and over my belly, pulling me back against him. “So this is going to be fast and rough. I just need to bury myself inside you and make us both come hard. Later we’ll take our time.”
I nod. “Okay,” I tell him breathlessly. “Yes. Good.”
He runs his hand down to cup me, slipping a finger inside. “Already wet for me, princess?”
“Yes. Always.”
“Spread your feet as far as you can.”
I do. It’s not far with my jeans around my ankles but it doesn’t seem to matter. While one finger pumps in and out of my pussy, he presses his other hand to my back between my shoulder blades, urging me down onto his desk. I bend over, propping myself on my forearms.
Then he starts to pull his hand away. “I need to get a condom.”
I grasp his wrist. “No.”
I went on the pill almost immediately after getting to Cara. We both wanted to have sex bare, and we both got tested and I’ve been on the pill long enough now that we haven’t used a condom in a while.
He pauses, that thick finger deep inside me, the other hand squeezing my hip. “It’ll be messy.”
