Page 104 of Royal Desire

Her fingers trail down my jaw to my bare chest as she murmurs, “And still, you can’t sleep.”

I look around the dim office. I flipped on one lamp when I walked in here, but it barely lights the dark-wooded room. We’re surrounded by shadows and a sliver of moonlight. “I hate this space after you told me what he did to you in here. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to work in here again.”

She presses her lips to my jaw. “I’ll paint it to look like a rainbow from top to bottom. Your father would hate that. I’ll even add glitter to the walls. Though you might not be able to work from thinking about me.”

I give the end of her hair a playful yank. “It’s amazing I can get anything done. You’re at the forefront of my every thought, Ruby-doo.”

Her smile swells. “Do you know how much I loved your nicknames for me when we were young? I think I remember every single one.”

I grip her ass. “Rubilicious is my favorite.”

She bites her lip, and I know she’s thinking of what I’m thinking. “You called me that after the first time you went down on me.”

My mouth waters thinking about it. “That’s because you were, in fact, delicious.”

“You kept asking if I liked it. How can anyone be turned on and mortified at the same time? Your head would pop up from between my legs to ask if you were doing it right.”

“It was too big a deal for me to go rogue. Internet research will only get a virgin teenager so far. I had to know if you liked it. I was desperate for you to like it.”

“I more than liked it.”

“I know you did. And if we weren’t hidden away in your room with your grandma across the hall, I might have pounded my chest after your silent orgasm. That’s when I knew I could read your body. You fucking loved it.”

“Always so cocky.” She shifts in my lap to get up.

But she doesn’t stand.

She falls to her knees.

I lean back in my chair and look down at the beauty between my spread legs. “What are you doing, Rubes?”

She pulls at the waistband of the gym shorts I slipped on when I snuck out of what is now the bedroom I will forever share with her. “We need to make new memories.”

I run my fingers down her cheek. “Is that so?”

She nods but doesn’t look away from what she’s doing. I was half hard thinking about the first time I gave her an orgasm with nothing more than my tongue. I felt powerful and on top of the world.

I’m feeling no less at this exact moment when she yanks my shorts and boxers down and my cock springs free.

There’s nothing half-hard about me now.

Her hand wraps around me as she massages the tip of my cock with the pad of her thumb. “This is your office, Payne. You work long, ridiculous hours in here making stupid money for people doing things with their investments that I do not want to try to understand because it seems so boring I’d poke my eyes out. But you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known. You have mastered two careers by the age of thirty-two that most can’t do in a lifetime. Don’t let anyone take that away from you.”

I lean forward, cup her face in my hands, and get as close to her as I can. There’s barely a breath between us. “We’re going to have babies and bring them home here. Raise them and love them. They’ll have your free spirit, and we’ll let them do whatever the fuck they want to do in this house.”

She nods. “They’ll be smart like you and be free to live their lives however they want. And they’ll know nothing but love. They won’t be able to fathom a world where they aren’t our only priority. We’re going to give them everything we didn’t have.”

“Hell yes we will.”

“But this.” Her blue eyes gaze around the office I have every reason to hate before she focuses back on me. “This is yours. Claim it, Payne. Let me help you do that.”

I pull her lips to mine. My tongue dives into her mouth to taste her and feel her. I’ll never get enough. This is why my life was so empty with her gone. She surges up on her knees to meet my kiss. We hold each other close, and by the time I let her go, every ounce of blood in my body has rushed to my dick.

When she licks her lips, I suck in a breath and beg my dick to remember we’re a grown ass man, not a horny teenager.

Okay, fine.

We might be a horny grown-ass man too. But we still need to act like the man we are.