Page 236 of The Grand Duel
“You know that I don’t,” I remind her. “I didn’t eat the next day. I ran out of that room before you could get a look at me, knowing I’d never experience another night like it again.”
“I thought it was normal. That the club was always that way for everyone.”
I shake my head as I stare at her. “I knew you were different from the second I walked through the door and saw you stood there. And I knew I was fucked the second I gave you my real name.”
“Don’t you think it’s crazy how I ended up as your assistant. It’s the sort of thing you see on TV.”
“It’s the sort of thing that they write about. In fact…” He leans across the mattress and kisses my forehead. “I’m pretty sure they call that fate.”
Her gaze doesn’t leave me as I back away. We lie like that for a while, just watching one another, Ave’s soft breathing the only sound.
When Lissie’s eyes start to drop, the late night and early morning catching up with her, I pull the blanket up over the two of them and let them sleep, not waking them up until Scarlet comes up the stairs an hour later.
FORTY-FOUR
Lissie
Six Weeks Later…
Itip my head back as the soft sound of the piano drifts through the stone arches of the castle, Charlie’s tongue flattened against my throat. His hands are under my dress, the material bunched at my waist, and through the haze of my arousal, with his control lost beyond repair, I force myself to listen to the music. To picture the order of service I picked up from the printers two days ago and figure out how long we have before Lucy will take to the aisle.
I try to remember but?—
“I need your pussy riding my face.”
His fingers brush over the lace of my underwear, my insides igniting at the promise in his words.
I moan into his mouth as he takes my lips in a hot kiss. “Charles,” I try.
His tongue swipes through my mouth, teasing.
Oh god. “Charles.” I push him back a little, forcing him to look at me.
And what a sight he is. My boyfriend looks fucking hot today. It’s the reason we’re in this barely hidden nook of the castle right now, and it’s why I didn’t stop him when he dragged me over to it. He’s wearing a tuxedo, his hair slightly grown out and styled into tousled waves. He has a six-o’clock shadow on his jaw, his upper lip darkened and rugged, and when I first laid eyes on him out in the Great Hall, I fell over myself in love with him. Much like I think every other woman in the building did.
But not in the wayIdid.
There’s no way anyone can love this man as much as I do.
His heavy gaze moves from my lips to my eyes, his jaw twitching. He looks intoxicated, completely lost in his arousal and need.
I can’t help but lean in and kiss him, my hands slipping into his jacket, rippling over his abs. I grip him through his trousers and squeeze. He groans into my mouth and then pulls back, dropping to his knees.
Shit.
We don’t have time.
And if we do, we’re going to get caught.
Someone will come looking for the missing groomsman and?—
His tongue drags over the lace of my underwear, right up the centre of my pussy. I let out a whimper, my hands holding back my dress for his access, holding it back so that I can see.
He hooks a finger into the seam and drags it to the side. Without giving me a second to collect myself, he dips his head and devours me.
The stubble on his jaw tickles my thighs, his head working side to side. The feeling is too much. Everything about him and being here like this with him is too much.
He lifts my leg over his shoulder and meets my eyes, telling me without words what he wants.