Dirty Rogue: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(84)
“Let it happen,” he says gently, and I let a breath out, trying to relax, trying to do as he says.
He drills his finger in farther. It feels huge, he’s stretching me out and going so deep. I want to wriggle my hips, but I stay still, because pleasing him in this moment is all I want to do…
He pushes in, in, in as I let out little whimpers, little cries of pleasure and pain, and after a minute my * is clenching around the full length of his finger.
Then comes the master stroke.
Alec reaches around with his other hand and puts one finger on my clit, then drags his cock out of my * again, inch by inch.
“Ready?” he says, lust lacing his voice.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I am so far gone that my words come in threes.
In the same moment he drives his cock home, he swirls his finger over my clit, his finger held firmly in my ass.
The blinding orgasm that engulfs me assails all my senses and consumes my entire being. It overwhelms me. Ruins me.
Saves me.
Chapter 18
Alec
We’re twenty minutes in to a skull-numbingly boring meeting about goddamn public relations strategy and a trip I’m supposed to take to a local school next week when my father abruptly changes the topic.
“Have you sent the girl home, Alexander?”
The girl.
Jesus.
There is no way on earth that she could ever go back to being just “the girl.” Not after the conversation we had at dinner three days ago.
I learned something about her during our dinner date that I’m certain I would never have known otherwise. Jessica doesn’t seem like the type to wear past hardships on her sleeve—she’s too confident, too self-assured for that—but clearly she wanted me to know that the boundary she set on our first “date” wasn’t something she pulled out of thin air. She had her reasons.
I only wish we’d had more time to talk about the things that matter.
Instead, I’ve spent the last two days attending events all over the capitol city and throughout the rest of the country. It’s media appearance after media appearance. I know it’s part of being a prince, but the scheduling has been oddly heavy. I bet it’s to keep me away from Jessica.
That girl.
Aside from that, my father is the f*cking King of Saintland. He doesn’t need to ask me this question. There’s no doubt in my mind that he’s had people keeping tabs on her since we arrived.
I look at him as he sits across from me at his desk and choose, at the last moment, not to make a snide comment. “No,” I answer.
He puts down his pen and looks up at me. “What’s causing the delay?”
“What’s causing the hurry?”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Alexander,” my brother says, clearly agitated. “For once, can’t you—?”
My father silences him with a wave. “I thought my directive was clear, son.”
I look from him to Marcus with narrowed eyes. “What’s clear to me is that you find her presence distasteful and you want her out of the country. I’m not sorry to say I disagree with that assessment.”
The King of Saintland leans back in his chair.
“Alexander, this isn’t a personal judgment against the girl.”
“The girl,” I repeat after him, my tone acidic. “Her name is Jessica Reeves, which I’m sure you’ve already learned from Nate. I know he slips you pertinent information.”
He holds up his hands in deference. “I’m sure Ms. Reeves is a fine young woman, but the important thing to do right now is to rebuild your reputation.”
“My reputation?”
“Yes. It does us no favors if the tabloids—.”
“The tabloids will print whatever they damn well please, and we all know it.”
“This is a matter of…”
His voice fades out as I’m gripped by an idea that rises in my mind like the sun, at first just peeking over the horizon before popping forth and blinding me with its light.
I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid.
I can’t believe I didn’t see all this for what it was.
I stand up abruptly from the table. “This discussion is over.”
“Sit down, Alexander, we’re not through—.”
“We are through, unless you’re ready to swear that you haven’t been manipulating my schedule for the past two days to keep me away from her.” If my gut feeling proves right, the breakneck scheduling will continue until Jessica is safely back in the United States, away from the prying eyes of the Saintland media, and I’m free to become just another pawn in my father’s political games.
The silence hangs between us for one beat, two, and then my father cuts his eyes away from me to look at Marcus.
The glance tells me all I need to know.
“I see. Your majesty,” I say, keeping my voice steady, its tone frigid, “I’ve been called away on urgent business. You’ll forgive my abrupt departure.”
Before he can say another word, I’m out the door and gone.
I can hear Jessica laughing as I approach her suite in the Northern Crown. It sounds like Claire is inside the room with her.
Sure enough, the companion I’ve contracted to make sure that Jessica wants for nothing while she is here answers the door. Behind her, Jessica sits on the floor amongst a pile of shopping bags and parcels. The two women have obviously been sorting through and admiring her purchases.