Page 59 of The Grump I Got Stuck With

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, wrapping my hand around his cock, delighting as it responded to my touch. “What’s for breakfast?”

He arched one teasing eyebrow. “Would you like to see the menu?”

“I’m only interested in the chef’s special,” I said, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

He tugged the sheets back up. “I’m sorry, we’ve just sold out of that.”

My jaw dropped and I released him, whacking his shoulder playfully. “You didn’t save me anything?”

“Oh, I saved you your favorite thing,” he joked, pulling the sheets over my head, kissing me in the semi-darkness. I giggled, loving that I got to see this playful side of him, and let myself get lost in the heat of lips and teeth and tongue until I was panting. Alistair ran his hand up my thigh, finding my clit, toying with it, unhurried in his ministrations.

It was frustrating as hell, and I absolutely loved it. My eyes drifted closed, soft sounds bleeding over my lips as he finally set a steady, circular pressure.

I tossed the sheets off, coming with a sharp, sudden cry, heaving and breathless as waves of bliss drifted through me. Before I’d even recovered, Alistair climbed out of bed.

“What about you?” I asked, rolling over to appreciate the view of his perfect backside, my heart still pounding.

He glanced over his shoulder, grinning at me. “I was thinking we could move this to the shower.”

I hummed in agreement. I really liked the sound of that. Plus, I genuinely needed a shower after everything we’d gotten up to. I couldn’t exactly walk around London smelling like multiple rounds of sex. I propped myself up on my elbow. “I’ve actually been dying to get in that tub,” I said, pointing to the en suite. “It’s almost deep enough to swim in.”

Alistair shot me a wicked grin. “Perhaps we have time for a shower and a bath.”

“Think you have the stamina for that?” He took hold of my foot suddenly and tugged me across the bed. I yelped and giggled at the same time.

“Watch it,” he growled, leaning over and pressing a kiss to my belly button. My clit throbbed in anticipation. “I perform very well under pressure.”

An hour and a half later, after a sudsy sex session and convincing Kenna to wear something other than princess pajamas, the three of us were seated in the hotel’s swanky dining room. Tall glass vases filled with floating water lilies rose up in the center of every table while dazzling chandeliers glittered overhead.

Kenna and I both stared up in awe. “I think you should order one of these chandeliers for the castle,” I murmured to Alistair. “Is that the kind of thing you can get delivered?”

He snorted, scanning his emails on his phone. “Where would we put it?”

“The library,” I said.

“My room!” Kenna decided.

“You know what?” I said to her, nodding. “You’re totally right. It should go in your room. I think Princess would like that a lot.”

She beamed at me. Then her jaw dropped as the waitress appeared, setting down a stack of pancakes in front of her, each one bigger than her head.

“Now that’s breakfast,” I said. “You gonna be able to eat all that?”

“I’ll save some for Princess,” she said. “She can eat them when we get home.”

I caught Alistair’s eyeroll. He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew the man was secretly warming up to Princess. It was impossible not to love her, even if he’d taken his time figuring that out. Kenna had known right from the start. I thought about the two of them growing up in that castle together, chasing each other up and down the halls.

I chuckled softly, turning to share the thought with Alistair, only to see his eyes flick uneasily around the room.

“Everything okay?” I asked, laying my fingers against the back of his hand.

He plastered on a smile. “Sorry,” he murmured, looking down at the full English sitting in front of him. “I suppose I’m just…anxious. This is the first real exposure the three of us have had to the public at large.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but as I thought about it, I realized he was right. Yesterday, he’d spent all day in meetings without us. And Kenna and I had spent all day with Alfie. No one had any idea we were tied to Alistair in any way. Then we’d zipped right from the warehouse to the restaurant where we’d had our own private dining room. Sure, there’d been that one photographer, but for the most part, we’d avoided the public. Avoided giving anyone the chance to call him out or react to his notoriety.

I could see now that he was visibly braced for this to go badly.

From the corner of my eye, I glanced around the room. We were definitely getting some curious looks. “Maybe we could order room service next time if it would make you more comfortable.”