A Nordic King(71)

She feels this too because she steps forward and then back, as if she’s not sure where she stands. She clasps her hands together at her waist and asks, “How was your trip?”

“It was fine. Would have been better if you were there.”

“Me? With a stuffy bunch of royals? I don’t think so.”

“They aren’t so bad.”

“Are they anything like you?”

“Hey,” I admonish her, poking her in the side. “Be nice to your boss.”

She giggles and moves out of the way. “Why should I start now?”

Good lord. Her eyes are getting that devious glint to them and she’s starting to gnaw on her lip. I want to do the same, suck it between my teeth for a moment before holding her face between my hands and kissing her until she’s breathless.

My cock is already hard, straining against my fly, not caring that we’re in public, that my children are at the other end of the hall. What an inconsiderate dick.

Her tongue touches the tip of her teeth and she smiles, her brows raised. “Careful, Your Majesty,” she whispers.

And that’s when I realize how fucking hard this is going to be. For some reason I thought that this would be the easy part, where we didn’t have to pretend with each other anymore. It’s only easy when we’re behind closed doors—it’s the rest of the day that’s painful.

It doesn’t help that she’s wearing her uniform. I mean, she always wears it but now the sight of her in that miniskirt is painful, knowing what her smooth and shapely legs feel like under my grip.

I reach out and tug at her waistband. “I fucking hate this skirt,” I practically growl. “Since day one.”

She grins at me. “Oh, I know. Why do you think I made it my uniform?”

“Aurora!” Clara yells. “Come play.”

I hold Aurora’s eyes for a moment before she breaks the gaze and says to Clara, “I’ll be right there.”

“So today,” I tell her.

“Today?” She looks back to me.

“What’s your availability like?”

“Oh, I see. Well, it’s Sunday and it’s supposed to be my day off,” she tells me. “But my boss is a jerk and pretty much keeps me as his prisoner in this place.”

“He sounds awful.”

“He can be,” she muses. “He can be pretty sweet too.”

“Sweet? I don’t know about that.” I fold my arms.

“Maybe sweet is the wrong word. What’s the opposite of being an asshole?”

“You keep talking about your employer that way, you might end up getting punished.”

She bats her lashes at me. “A little spanking never hurt anyone. Remember?”

For helvede. She’s a firecracker. How did I expect any less from her?

“Aurora!” Clara shrieks.

“I’m coming!” she yells and turns to walk away.

I reach out and grab her hand instinctively. Sometimes I had done it before but now it means something different.

“You don’t need to work. It’s your day off. Let Maja take care of them.”

“Maja went to church this morning and I think she’s having brunch with a group of ladies for someone’s birthday, that’s why I said I’d work,” Aurora explains. “It’s not a problem. I’ll just…see you later.”

Later. When the hell is later? Why isn’t later now?

But I’m more than appreciative for Aurora’s devotion to the girls, and so I let them play fetch with Snarf Snarf and head to my room to unpack and get my head on straight.

I don’t get alone time with her for the rest of the day. It isn’t until about an hour before dinner that I pass by her in the hall as I’m heading to my office and she’s coming out of her room.

“Hey,” I whisper to her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into an alcove.

“What are you doing?” she whispers fearfully as I press her back against the wall.

“Everyone is downstairs,” I tell her, my lips going to her neck, licking up toward her ear. I take her lobe between my teeth and tug.

Like I suspected, she moans, breathless, grabbing the back of my head.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” I manage to say, as my hands cup her full breasts, my mouth trailing to hers. She opens her lips to mine like an offering and my tongue plunges inside, snaking beside hers. I’m so fucking hard and I won’t last long. I’ve wanted this too much.

I run my other hand up her thighs, bunching her skirt up around her hips, my fingers sliding across her underwear. I push it aside and drag my fingers along her fold, feeling how wet she is. “God, I fucking love this skirt,” I gasp into her mouth as I start to unbuckle my belt.

“I thought you hated this skirt.”

“We have a complicated relationship.” I reach down and grab the backs of her thighs, pulling her up until her legs wrap around my waist. I pull out my cock and position it against her, doing everything I can to take this slow, while taking a moment to drag my knuckle, then my finger, over her shiny cunt.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, her voice ragged and dripping with want and she’s saying exactly what I’m thinking. I quickly withdraw my fingers, rubbing them along my lips briefly, savoring her taste, as I hold my shaft, rigid and heavy in my hand and angle it into her. I try to go slow, rubbing my head around her soft opening, getting my tip wet before pushing in just a few inches.