Royally Not Ready(40)

Curved, the head of his cock pressing tightly against the fabric, it’s so tempting. If it’s this big flaccid, how large can it be when erect? Curious minds want to know. Curious hands want to touch. Curious mouths want a solid fuck.

“Lilly?”

“Yeah?” I respond, my gaze snapping up to his.

“Are you going to stay and watch me?”

Can I?

Don’t mind if I do.

Let me grab some popcorn first.

“Uh, no. Sorry.” I clutch my phone to my chest. “Got my phone. All set. You, uh, you have a nice shower. See you at dinner.” I squeeze past my door and down the stairs. I sit at the base of them, my face flushed, my fantasies running wild.

My phone buzzes in my hand.

Timmy: Have you hooked up with Thor yet?

If he only knew. I text him back.

Lilly: No. We’ve spent the last week hating each other to the point of tossing furniture. Also, the man is a steel trap—even if he does want me, it’ll never happen. But I’ll tell you this, if he asked to suck my nipple, I wouldn’t say no.

Timmy: Tossing of furniture? Sounds like a solid dose of sexual tension to me. And girl, he’d be so lucky to have your nipples in his mouth.

Lilly: Given how sexually frustrated I am at the moment, I think we’d both be lucky.

Timmy: Urgh, I love sexual tension. Have you seen him with his shirt off? Is he the god I believe him to be?

Lilly: I’ve seen him all the way down to his briefs, not boxers . . . just briefs, and let’s just say, it looks like he has two large bananas shoved down there. TWO, Timmy.

Timmy: I’m sweating. Lawrd help me, I’M SWEATING!

Lilly: You and me both.





Chapter Ten





KELLER





There are a few things you need to know.

My intent in training Lilly was not to bore her but to help her make an informed decision.

But after the disastrous week we’ve had, clearly, she needs to be trained in a different manner.

There’s also no such thing as the Informative. Yup, I made it up. I saw right through her goddamn jokes and I’ve decided to twist it back around on her and dish her some fake gossip. Serves her right with all the shit she’s been giving me.

I’m not going to be able to hold back if she keeps looking at me the way she is, like she could drop to her knees and devour me in a second. And fuck, when she called me sir, I felt my entire body inflate with life. What I wouldn’t give to hear her call me that while my cock runs over her lips.

It was also unbelievably hot seeing her flip the table. The combination of her taking charge, her flushed cheeks, and erect nipples had me revved up, ready to take her up against a goddamn wall.

And it’s been like that all week, which of course has only added to my frustration. She’s so beautiful, so feisty, so . . . so mouthy that I’m turned on every fucking day with no way to take care of my building tension other than a stupid run.

When I was in the bathroom, ready to strip down while she was in her room, I would’ve done it. I would’ve let her see me naked. I wouldn’t have cared. She was the one waiting for a show, and I had no problem giving her one. But out of respect for her, our professional relationship, and trying to keep her at a distance, I gave her a warning before I stripped down.

On my run with Brimar, he called me out on my attraction toward her. He said I wasn’t even bothering to hide it. I don’t think it was a choice if I could hide it or not, I can’t. She pulls it out of me. She makes me lick my lips when she walks into a room. She makes me think of spanking her every time she mouths back. And when she purposely stares at me while eating a cookie, she’s just begging me to take that filthy mouth of hers and fill it with my stiff cock.

Brimar being Brimar, he headed me off with a best friend warning, telling me to tread carefully with Lilly. I told him there would be no treading, that I wasn’t going there with her.

Does she intrigue me? Of course.

Do I think she’s absolutely breathtaking? Yes.

Do I fantasize about running her delicate fingers over my body? Nightly.

But when I say she’s off limits, I mean it.

Because if she decides to say yes and become the goddamn queen of Torskethorpe, then I have absolutely zero right to her. She can never be mine. And even though I want her, I have to keep this boundary in place. There is no other option for me.

With all that being said, I thought about this last week—and the hell I’ve put us both through—and believed a change of heart was necessary regarding how I teach her. She’s right, not every day has to be spent in the room. I can make it more fun, and if I want her to make it through the training, I do need to attempt to create a pleasant learning experience. And, my ultimate goal is to make her love Torskethorpe. So she’ll stay.

Which means, I need to fucking lighten up a bit.

“Okay, I’m dressed,” Lilly says, disrupting my thoughts.

Decked out in a pair of navy-blue joggers and a gray hooded sweatshirt that’s far too big for her body, she walks up to me, arms extended, a smile on her face. That smile, fuck, playful yet placid. It’s the pinnacle of joy.

“Are you ready?” she asks, hopping around.

“Are you going to calm down?”

“No.” She smiles even brighter.