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His hands wrapped around my waist, losing control. He kissed my neck. My throat. The fire from his lips, blazing against my skin. I searched for his zipper, desperate to feel his cock in my hands.
He groaned when I freed it from his tux pants. I slid my hand over the silkiness of his skin.
He pulled me in for another kiss, setting me on the end of the dining table. My heels locked against his backside, hungry for him. Eager for his skin to singe mine as he took me in heated abandon.
His tongue lashed against mine as the rush consumed us. Damon’s cock pushed against my entrance and I welcomed his thrusts with tiny cries of pleasures.
It was dangerous. Someone could walk through those doors any minute. But we weren’t turning back. He rocked into me as we set sail on a new course.
“Yes,” I pleaded. “More.”
He plunged again, sending us over the edge. It was then I knew it was too late. Neither of us had thought through the consequences. His release filled me as he pumped deep inside my walls. He pressed his forehead to mine. Our bodies trying to find a natural breathing pattern, but it was impossible.
“I don’t want you to leave, Molly.”
“I don’t want to either.”
He reached for a napkin, handing it to me as I hopped from the table. The stickiness between my legs reminded me how careless we had been.
He kissed my hand, leading me back to my seat. “Should we finish dinner?” he asked. He didn’t seem to be alarmed we had forgone a condom.
“I’m suddenly extremely hungry,” I joked. If he wasn’t going to worry about it, I wouldn’t let it ruin the evening.
He pushed the seat in underneath me. I reached for the champagne, drinking it faster than I should.
Somehow things seemed settled between us. As if our bodies did the talking, but I did need some details.
“How is this going to work?” I asked. “My move?”
Damon refilled our glasses. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Sutcliffe has been instructed to come up with a plan. We’ll have the details when we arrive in Freychon tomorrow.”
“This won’t interfere with my dissertation work, will it?”
“No. Other than the inconvenience of having royal escorts, you can do anything you normally do. Although, I think the royal library has a lot you can use. I can fly in anything you request.”
“You’d do that?” I had to keep my lips together.
He smiled. “Yes.”
“True, but I do have a roommate.” I tried to think how Brooklyn was going to handle this news.
“She was the one with you at the gala?”
I nodded. “It was actually her night. Something on her bucket list. I tagged along to supervise.”
He laughed. “That’s such an American concept.”
“Why do you say that? Everyone should have a bucket list.”
Damon leaned against the table. “What we did five minutes ago—was that on your bucket list?”
I blushed. “It should have been.” My bucket list consisted of seeing rare collections of text, visiting historic libraries, and traveling to New Zealand. It was probably a one-of-a-kind list.
“Just live, Molly. Don’t worry about crossing things off an imaginary list. I promise you’ll have more fun that way. Maybe even tonight.” He winked.
I didn’t want to tell him Brooklyn would severely disagree.
“You must have something,” I pressed. “It’s not only Americans. Kings can have goals.”
