Page 5 of Endangering the King

Stefan had started off as my friend. I’d wanted more, but I was way too afraid to ask.

Until one day, he’d spilled his guts and admitted he had feelings for me. And then he did a whole lot of things to me.

I sighed and remembered the first time we were intimate. It seemed like so long ago. It also seemed like yesterday.

“Where did you go?” Stefan asked and cut another piece of crepe off with his fork.

I looked at him and felt more than a little confused. “I’m right here?”

Stefan laughed and set his fork down. He picked up his champagne glass and drank it down. “I meant right now. In your mind.”

I smiled over at him. The warm glow of love and crepes—and champagne swirled around me.

And my brain.

“I was thinking about our—first time. On my couch. Do you remember?” I asked, biting my bottom lip, and fluttering my eyelashes at him.

Stefan leaned forward and picked up the bottle of champagne. “Best fuckin’ decision I ever made.” He poured more of the sparkling liquid into my glass and then his. “I’ll never forget being inside your tight pussy for the first time, Giselle.” He picked his glass up and took a long sip. “Fuck, I could be a hundred years old and remember that like it was yesterday.”

Suddenly, I felt a deep flush travel up my body. Heat infused every inch of my skin. I untied the long belt on my fluffy white robe and opened it.

Stefan’s gaze dropped to my exposed breasts.

“I’m hot,” I explained but Stefan’s eyes stayed on my chest.

“You certainly are.”

A soft laugh bubbled out of me. Just like the champagne. “Stefan,” I whispered as his eyes held mine and refused to let them go. I felt the intensity behind his stare so deeply, it nearly overwhelmed me.

“I’m telling you the truth. Finally being inside of you—” he shook his head and looked me up and down, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. We had this—”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, so I finished his sentence for him. “Connection.”

He grinned and nodded. “Yes.”

I gave him a smile right back. “Because we were friends first. And that made it special.”

His grin grew on his face, and he drank a few more sips from his glass. “Just to be clear on one thing,” he cleared his throat, “I always had intentions of getting inside your panties.”

Another giggle burst out of me unexpectedly. The champagne was making that easier.

“I may have had some of the same thoughts.”

We sat there, looking at each other for another moment. “Why didn’t you let me know?” he asked in a genuine voice. Gosh, he looked so handsome. His dark hair was still slightly wet from our shower. That chiseled, strong jawline and his soulful, sharp eyes.

“How could I possibly have done that, Stefan? You’re so—” my hand waved around, “you.”

He gave me a sad, melancholy sort of smile. “I really wish you would have.” He finished off his glass, and then set it on the table. Eyes on his empty glass, he said in barely a whisper, “I really wish I’d have made a move.” His eyes landed back on mine. “Earlier.”

The way he looked at me—I knew exactly what he was thinking. And I couldn’t say I never thought of it sometimes, too.

If Stefan—had—made a move on me earlier.

Before I’d met Carlo.

Where would we all be—now?

Would Stefan and I be a couple?