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“Fucking kiss me,” I growl, desperation crawling through me.
He laughs, and the galaxy of his eyes sparkles. “Whatever the lady wants, she gets,” he muses, dipping lower.
“Damn straight,” I whisper, my eyes closing. I rake my hand down through his dark hair.
He groans, and his lips smash against mine.
My heart thunders in my ears, and heat devours me from the inside out as my hands travel down to his shoulders. I find his biceps, then his waist, and –Gods, save me– as I feel the sharp v of his torso.
His hands wander, too, scorching lines of heat down my neck and through my blouse. He rips my bag up and off of me, throwing it to the side.
I wish I were in anything but long sleeves and a corset, and suddenly, I’m moaning in his mouth, hoping to convey exactly that.
The Prince pushes into me, his hands following my curves as I stumble into the bed. I fall on my ass, but it only prompts him to scoop my legs up.
I wrap them around him, our chests heaving as we breathe each other in. I tug his vest off of him, and he helps me, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it to the ground. My stomach flips as hunger makes caverns of his features, and I reach for his pants, undoing them quickly.
He meets my lips again, forcing me to halt in undressing him as his tongue sweeps inside me, tasting every inch of my mouth.
The desire in me ignites into an unbearable roar, and I shove him back to stand up, needing to take control, to get exactly what I want. I don’t break eye contact as I tug on the laces of my corset.
The Prince wraps his index fingers in the loops of my pants, tugging them down, despite their button still being in place. He growls and tugs harder, forcing the button to pop off and thunk to the floor.
I undo my last lace and reach to –
“Zora, is everything alright?” Gretta’s voice comes through the door.
We both freeze, the fire between us stifling in an instant. Genuine shock rolls through me as reality sinks in.Was I just about to fuck a Boss?My mind goes haywire at that idea, and my cheeks heat. Mortified, I hold my pants up, but I quickly have to move to my corset. I’d loosened it enough that I was only a few seconds away from losing it altogether.Shit shit SHIT – how could I let this happen?
The Prince shares my bewilderment, his eyes wide as he buttons his pants and yanks his vest off the floor. He swallows hard as he looks around for his mask, finding it and quickly fastening it around his eyes. The illusion magic sparks across his face before his eyes settle back into a hazy gray.
“Zora?” Gretta asks again, this time a bit more frantically.
“We’re fine,” The Prince and I blurt in unison.
We stand there awkwardly, both of us relatively put back together, our chests still heaving.
He clears his throat.
I clear mine.
He runs a hand through his hair. “Fuck,” he mutters.
“Fuck,” I agree.
“That was…” he tries.
“Stupid,” I finish.
A flash of hurt crosses his face, but he rolls his shoulders back and nods. “I’m gonna go.”
I hug myself.
He scans me. “See you around.”
Without another look or word, he wrenches open the door and shoves past a confused Gretta, racing downstairs.
I jolt when I hear the front door slam shut, and Gretta narrows her eyes at me.
