Dirty Rogue: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(90)
They just can’t speak about the woman I love the way they do.
And I do love her. I can’t deny it to myself anymore, not after I shouted it into Marcus’s face in the garden while I had him pinned to the wall. I love her.
“What do you suggest I do now, Phillip?”
Phillip’s mouth drops open. I’m usually the one telling him how I’ll respond to a given situation, thank you very much, so I’m sure my statement shocked him.
Silence reigns for a moment.
“Well,” says Phillip, finding his footing again. “You have another interview scheduled for this afternoon, and then after that you’re to take part in a photo session with some local schoolchildren who have been building a float for the Summer Festival parade. In my opinion, it would be best for you to attend those as you normally would. If you stick to your schedule, there’s a possibility the palace will be able to spin this as a petty disagreement between brothers and not a scandal worthy of attention.”
“Then that’s the plan,” I say, standing up and smoothing down my jacket. “But I also need you to arrange some things to be sent to my lady’s suite at the Northern Crown. This is going to be a goddamned stressful day for her.”
I’ll give Phillip this: he is a master at carrying out the intricate plans I come up with.
Over the course of the afternoon and early evening, he arranges to send a series of gifts to Jessica at the Northern Crown, beginning with a delicate diamond bracelet and ending with a handwritten note from me: You are not to blame for any of this. I will see you this evening. Be ready. I will be very disappointed if you’re clothed when I arrive.
When I arrive at and open the door to her suite just past nine o’clock, she’s standing in the center of the living room, stark naked. She’s so gorgeous, it makes my heart skip a beat.
“Hello, your highness,” she says, trying bravely to give me a sultry grin, but I can see that today’s news has taken its toll.
I’m by her side in seconds, running my hand sensually over her bare shoulders and trailing them down to her hands. She raises her arms and drapes them loosely around my neck, looking up at me, her eyes searching my face for a reaction.
“Didn’t you read my note?” I murmur in her ear, nipping at her earlobe with my teeth.
“Yes, but Alec, it might be better if I—.”
I told my hands around her waist and pull her close to me, possessively and unapologetically. “Don’t you dare suggest to me that you return to the United States.”
“I’m coming between you and your family.” Her voice is threaded with genuine worry.
“You’re doing no such thing. My family is choosing to be stubborn. I’ll deal with them tomorrow, once we’ve all had a chance to cool off. For now…” Her entire body responds as I put one hand at the base of her neck and run one finger down her spine. Her nipples stand out pointedly from her breasts as a shiver overtakes her. “For now, I think we should occupy ourselves with other activities.”
“Yes,” she breathes out, warm breath tickling my ear.
“Would you like to be f*cked, my hot little vixen?”
“Please.” Her answer is almost a whimper.
“How hard?”
“As hard as you can.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Chapter 23
Jessica
Alec stays with me in my suite until the sun is rising.
He begins the night by spreading me out on the bed and pulling my ankles apart until I’m spread completely open before him. “Keep them open,” he says, tapping the inside of my thighs.
Then he takes my hands and raises my arms above my head, pressing them down into the pillows. “Keep these here. Don’t move them.”
Goosebumps rise over my skin, joining my already hard nipples. But Alec isn’t finished.
He comes around to the side of the bed, something in his hand, and his eyes burning with desire.
“I love those blue eyes of yours,” he says, then leans down and uses his necktie to blindfold me, lifting my head gently to secure it.
I inhale a deep breath. I’ve never been blindfolded during sex before, and with my eyes closed underneath the tie’s silky smooth fabric, every other sensation is heightened. I want to reach for him and start to raise my arms.
“Ah, ah,” he says playfully, pushing them back down with one hand as he rolls my left nipple between two fingers with his other. I arch up toward him, pleasure zinging in a straight line from my breasts to the space between my legs, which already aches for him.
Then, his hands are gone, and I let out a little whimper.
“Patience,” he commands, and I lie still, listening to the clink of a belt buckle being unfastened and the rustle of fabric falling to the floor.
The bed bows as he slides onto the mattress beside me, and then he’s touching me.
He traces the outlines of my cheekbones, then drags the pad of one finger down to just below my chin, pressing upward with infinite gentleness so that my neck is exposed at an angle away from him. His hot breath warms the hollow at my neck. The mattress shifts underneath as he bends, pressing lingering kiss after lingering kiss on my chest, my breasts, my nipples…and then he shifts lower.