PRINCE CHARMING: A Stepbrother Secret Baby Romance(40)

“Woman, you’re trying to drive me insane,” he muttered.

“That’s the plan.”

He opened his mouth but groaned rather than spoke when she closed her mouth around him, taking as much of him as she could and sucking hard as she pulled back. Several words left his mouth, making her laugh, but she didn’t let up… until his hand snaked between her legs and his fingers slid smoothly back into her.

“What are you doing? I already had one,” she gasped as shimmers of pleasure filled her again.

His eyes glinted as he found that spot and rubbed against it. She gasped again, and he grinned even wider. “Who says you can’t have more than one?”

She couldn’t argue with him, not while he was twisting her insides in such a spectacular way that she almost forgot what she’d been doing. Almost. As his fingers continued their twisting and turning within her, she closed her lips around him, licking and sucking, feeling him harden more. But what he was doing was too much. She moaned against him, her hips moving with his hand, and suddenly, she was beneath him.

He’d rolled them both over, and as he looked deep into her eyes, he spread her legs with his knee and pressed himself against her, teasing her until she groaned in protest at the wait. The need was in his eyes, burning as hot as hers.

Quincy rocked his hips forward a little more, sliding just the tip inside before pulling out again. It was enough to make her cry out because of her over-sensitized flesh. Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he leaned down to kiss her. As his tongue thrust into her mouth, so did the rest of him into her warmth. He filled her, pressing himself in to the hilt, and Olivia gripped his arms as he rubbed against her clit, sending every nerve into overdrive.

“God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear, and her whole body melted.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

He kissed her fiercely, sucking her tongue as he moved within her, the ferocity of each thrust driving their bodies across the bed. Olivia let the experience fill her, her eyes closed as she tried to hold out for him. She knew it wouldn’t be long for him, and suddenly, she didn’t want to be on the bottom—she wanted to watch his face as she took him.

Though she was smaller than him, she managed to pull herself away at the right time and rolled them both over again until she straddled him. He asked what she was doing, but she lowered herself over him and they gasped together at the sudden reentry. Olivia rocked her hips forward while she took his hands and smoothed them up her body until he held her breasts. She set the pace, moving faster and faster as he lifted his hips to meet her every time. Olivia’s eyes remained focused on his as her mouth fell open with a gasp and her hands braced her body against the headboard.

Ecstasy overtook her body, and it wasn’t hers to control anymore. She rode him harder and faster until the moment his cry joined hers, grunting as he filled her and she took it all. Feeling his release increased hers, and she couldn’t hold herself up any longer, falling onto his chest.

“Are you… alive?” she asked.

“Nuh-uh.”

“You sure?”

Quincy wrapped his arms tightly around her, holding her close against his body as he kissed her forehead. “I’m sure. We should do that more often.”

Olivia laughed as she nuzzled his chest. “I think I’d like that.”

Any thought of the morning faded away as they talked quietly through the rest of the night, making love one more time before the sun came up and Quincy had to hurry back to his rooms. Olivia didn’t want him to leave, but the servants would start bustling around and Allete would be there to get her ready for the day’s events. If only those events included her and Quincy staying in bed all day long. That she could handle.





Chapter 13


Several weeks passed, and the royal wedding drew closer. They were a month out, but Quincy had stopped caring about anything that did not directly involve Olivia. Nearly every night, he snuck into her room for bouts of sex and wine. He enjoyed watching her paint inside her rooms, usually half naked. Her hands moved so gracefully across the canvas, he couldn’t help but watch her work.

—Or interrupt her until they were both covered in paint in their rush to be close again.

Their conversations were filled with laughter and light he never felt with any other woman before, but he had seen it in the way his father used to look at his mother. He knew their marriage had been arranged, but it seemed like destiny had brought them together, just as it brought Olivia to the isle.

“Sir? You’re doing it again,” Pascal said, interrupting Quincy’s daydreaming.

Last night, he and Olivia had tried several new positions and discovered she was quite flexible in bed. He couldn’t get the images out of his mind as pleasure had taken over her body and her eyes had widened in surprise at being able to feel so much.

“Sir? Prince Quincy? Am I interrupting your dreaming with your dressing?”

Quincy shook his head and laughed. “Sorry, Pascal. What is this ball for again?”

“You should know more than I, sir. I’m just a servant.”

“Ah, but any good royal knows the servants know everything.”

Pascal raised a brow. “Like why there are women’s panties in your room, sir?”

Quincy froze. The other night, Olivia had surprised him and climbed over to his balcony. He thought she’d taken everything with her. Apparently not. “I’m not allowed a little comfort?”