Page 85 of His Ruthless Queen

“Twentyminutes,”Isay,slipping off my heels.

I hurry to the closet of Scotty’s room, and pick out a dress that’s less business than the black and gray pencil dress, and more ‘dinner with my brother and ex-fiance.’ I don’t have a lot of options here, but a pair of Prada denims and a rose-colored satin button-up with long sleeves will do.

“Twenty minutes for what?” Scotty asks, entering the room. He’s got a white towel wrapped around his waist, hanging so low that I catch the trail of muscles by his hip. Beads of water trail down his bare chest. His hair is tousled and still wet.

My tongue darts out, wetting my lips of its own accord. He’s not close enough to catch a whiff, but I know he smells of fresh soap and his aftershave. I clear my throat, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. He’s watching me the same way I’m watching him. With lust and desire. Things I shouldn’t be when he’s got stitches in his side, and he’s moving slower than normal.

Haley took him to her office space and did an X-ray. They weren’t fractured ribs. They were broken. Scotty is just deceptively good at concealing his pain.

“Dinner with Callum,” I say.

He groans. “Must we?”

I nod. He approaches, towering over me. I turn my back toward him, and bend to unclip my nude stockings from the white garter around my thighs. A smile tugs at my lips when my ass presses against the velvety heat of his erection. It extracts a low groan from him.

Fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as his other hand explores my body. Gliding from my lower back, smoothing over the curve of my cheeks, and then sliding into the crack. He slides his finger down, stopping at the entrance of my sex.

“You’re hurt,” I say. “Haley said no sex.”

“I need you,” he protests.

My heart rate picks up with his admission. I stand and turn myself to face him. “You have me, love.” I press my hands against his chest. “But not physically. Not until you’re better. Plus we need to get going for dinner.”

He lowers his head, taking a breast into his mouth. I moan as his tongue works circles around the peak of my nipple. The lace material of the bra is soaked when he pops off. “You owe me your punishment. It’s time to pay up.”

My eyes widen. “Now? Jaime, you’re not serious!”

A loudsmackfills the air, his hand connecting to my ass. Heis serious.

“We can’t keep letting them pile up. You’ll forget what you’re in trouble for,” he says. His tongue glides up my neck, leaving a warm path of his essence. He turns, heading for his bed, and I remain frozen in place.

My eyes never leave him as he sits against the headboard, adjusting a pillow behind him for comfort. Once he’s settled, he glances back at me. “Get over here.”

I open my mouth to give him attitude. He’s not my boss, nor my keeper, but no words come out. Because as much as I don’t want him to be so demanding, deep down I love it. I love not having to make a decision, to be told what to do, what I want, what I need.

“Now,” he warns.

I slide off my stockings, leaving on the garter and my panties, then head for the bed. He never takes his eyes off my body as I move. Admiring me, appreciating me. “Sit on my lap,” he says when I reach him.

The mattress dips beneath me as I press my knee to the end of the bed. I drop my hands next, then I crawl to him. The wet lace is rough against my tightening nipples, causing a pulsing to my clit. His hands wrap around me, and unclip the bra as I climb into his lap, straddling him.

My breasts spring free, a gasp escaping when he takes one in his mouth, and teases the other with the warmth of his hand. His grip is soothing while his bite is unrelenting. Pain and rapture. Two opposite sides of both of us, meeting to give me the pleasure I need.

He continues to tease me, kissing and biting while he plays with my nipples until I’m squirming in his lap. I can’t control a single sound that leaves me. Not that I would even want to. Each heavy sigh, every whimper and moan sends a deep rumble through his chest.

His need for me increases my own need for him.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, his hand slides to my core. A finger dips into my wetness, never actually entering me.

“I fucking love how wet you get for me, princess.” He bites my chin.

My hips grind, desperate for more that he refuses to give, and then his mouth is against me, claiming me. The kiss is rough, our teeth nipping at each other, while our tongues fight for power. We keep kissing until I pull away to catch my breath. Finally he slides a finger inside of me. He fills me, but doesn’t thrust. I groan my frustration.

Scotty, the king of teasing me.

“How many times am I denying you tonight, Saoirse?” he asks.

I swallow. “Eight.”

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