Page 76 of Wicked Queen

“What are you up to?” I asked as he led me toward the lift.

“I wanted to show how much I appreciated it.”

We stepped inside the lift and I hooked an arm around his neck, craning my face to his. “I’m listening. What do you have in mind?”

“I wonder what’s on your mind.” His mouth skimmed over mine.

“I am basically a walking mass of hormones,” I informed him.

“Is that so?” He swallowed, pressing the pad of his thumb to my lower lip.

I nipped it with my teeth. “It is.”

“That is a shame.” He tore himself away as the lift doors slid open.

“Not the reaction a girl wants to hear,” I muttered, skulking behind him.

“I have something to show you,” he said and before I could process what was happening, he’d backed me against the wall. His mouth trailed down my neck pausing to pay homage to my collarbone. “But after…”

My hand found his cock, stroking it through his slacks. “Are you sure?”

“Fuck, Poppet. You’re making this hard.” Whiskers rasped my skin as he groaned, pushing his erection against my palm.

“That’s the point, X.”

He pushed away from me, his arms bracketing me. “Later, I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name, and since your cunt is so in need, you call the shots. My mouth. This”—he ground harder against my hand—“or these”—he reached over and brushed a finger over my breasts. “Wherever you want to be fucked, however you want to be fucked—as many times as you need to be fucked.”

“Yes, please.”

“But for now,” he said, pulling his body from mine and buttoning his jacket, “let’s pretend like my cock isn’t about to split open my pants and you’re not dripping thinking about it—and let me give you your present.”

“Wait,” I said, blinking rapidly, “there’s an actual present? I thought that was a euphemism.”

“You have a one track mind, my wicked queen.” He held out his arm and when I reluctantly peeled myself from the wall, he stepped behind me and covered my eyes.

“This is a step in the right direction, but maybe a blindfold?”

“I can’t imagine what you would have done if I’d blindfolded you.”

“Torn off my clothes,” I answered truthfully.

Alexander laughed as he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “Save the dirty talk for later, Poppet, or we’re going to have another Royal scandal on our hands.”

I was about to ask what he meant when he guided me a few more steps and took his hands from my eyes.

“Surprise!”

It took a second to process the presence of my friends and family. But even when it began to sink in, I felt out of sorts. We were standing in a room I’d never stepped foot in before.

“Where are we?” I asked, turning around in the room.

“Down the hall from our room,” Alexander told me.

“In the baby’s room,” Belle squealed, running up to hug me. “You thought he forgot!”

“And you knew!” I accused.

“Well, between bringing family members back from the dead and discovering new ones, he’s had his hands a bit full. We all helped,” Edward said, quickly adding, “But it was all his idea.”