Page 38 of Handle Me

“Alexander is too overprotective,” Anders grumbled.

Of course he saw it that way. “I think he has pretty good reasons for acting like that. And Clara wasn’t due for weeks. If she gives birth, there might be complications.” My voice cracked as I admitted to my own fears. I wasn’t super aunt or anything, but the thought that something might be wrong with my little niece or nephew tied my stomach in knots.

Anders didn’t say anything for a minute. “She’ll be okay. She’s tough.”

I nodded, unable to consider any other scenarios. If anything happened to her…

I couldn’t escape my thoughts until the heat of Anders’ palm landed on my thigh.

“You look like you could use a distraction,” he suggested, slipping his hand higher. He shot me a wicked grin.

“What I need...” I lost track of what I was saying when it continued up. His fingers shoved past the lace of my knickers, and I slumped in my seat. This wasn’t the place or time for this. “We shouldn’t. You’re driving.”

“Trust me, I’m a professional.”

That was a good point, and he was right. I couldn’t think about anything else with his hands on me. Our night had been cut short. Something told me that Anders would have easily kept going for hours if it wasn’t for the interruption.

“Open your legs for me, boss,” he coaxed, and I did as he requested.

He continued to explore as his hand spread me open, allowing him to press a fingertip to my clit. I shifted again to give him better access.

“There you go,” he murmured. I moaned at the encouraging command in his voice. But before I could sink into the pleasure more, my phone rang.

“Shit.” I sat up, pushing his hand away, and groaned when I saw the caller ID.

“Don’t answer,” Anders said, but I’d already hit accept.

“We’re on our way,” I said tightly.

“Good. Maybe you can talk some sense into your brother-in-law…”

I laid my head against the window as my mother launched into a tirade. By the time I finally got her off the phone, we’d reached the outskirts of the city. As soon as I dropped my mobile back into my handbag, Anders reached over. I swatted his hand away.

“Rule number 2,” I said, feeling tired. “We’re back in London.”

“It’s still after-hours,” he argued.

“Fine,” I snapped. There was no way I was going to let anyone know what had happened between us. Not when we’d both agreed it was just sex. It would only complicate things more than giving in to each other already had. Clearly, an amendment needed to be made to our prior agreement. “Rule number 6.”

He frowned. “There’s getting to be too many rules.”

“One more,” I said firmly. “London is off-limits.”

“Boss, we’re already inside London limits.”

“Not geographical limits.” I rolled my eyes, knowing I’d taken his bait. “Sexual limits.”

“Wait,” he said, turning the steering wheel in the direction of the hospital. “Are you saying that I can’t touch you in London?”

“Exactly.” Instantly, I felt relieved. It would be hard enough to keep out of the papers in Silverstone. But London might prove impossible, especially with another royal baby on the way. “We can’t risk it.”

Anders stopped the car.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Turning around. You appear to have lost your mind somewhere between here and back home.”

“I need to get to that hospital before my mother blows and takes the whole place with her,” I said hotly.