Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

Her shoulders sank. “It wasn’t my decision. I took over for the guy who had your original contract.”

“And you don’t agree with his decision, do you?”

“I-I didn’t know you before yesterday. What was going on before then doesn’t matter.”

I was angry, but I didn’t know where it came from. Had she resented me from the beginning?

She rested her hand on top of mine. “Don’t be mad, Lachlan. I wasn’t a part of the account before, but I am now. And this arrangement we have is something I like.” She looked at me.

I felt a possessive pang in my chest. I didn’t know if it was possible to have enough of her. To get enough of her.

“Then let’s flip the rules for a minute,” I spoke lowly.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to get up and walk into the women’s lounge. Take those panties off and wait for me.”

Her eyes widened, but I saw the way they darted to the table.

“Oh no. We can’t,” she whispered.

“We will.”

I sat back in my seat. “Go.”

18

Aspen

Something made me stand and walk to the women’s lounge. I’d never done anything like this in my life. I walked inside the wallpaper-lined room. It wasn’t a bathroom—just a place women could adjust their makeup or talk about their dates. I wished we had rooms like this in the States. There was a gilded mirror on one wall with a counter. I stared at my reflection as I reached under my dress and hooked my fingers under the strap of the lacy thong I had picked out for tonight. I wiggled my hips until my heels stepped through and I balled the fabric into my fist.

Two minutes later, the door cracked open and I let out a breath when I saw it was Lachlan. I was scared to death some little old Brazilian woman was going to come in to powder her nose.

He grinned. “Let me see.”

I held up the panties.

“Good girl,” he growled, locking the door behind him.

I had no idea what he wanted, only that I was part of it. It made me shiver and tingle all over.

He cut the distance between us and stopped to brush the hair from my shoulder. “Every man here knows you’re with me.” He kissed my throat.

I nodded. I’d never felt more beautiful or possessed since I had walked in this restaurant with Lachlan.

“But it’s not enough,” he growled.

“It’s not?” My head rocked back.

His fingers pressed into my thigh and traveled along the softness of my skin until I felt them dip between my wet folds. I sighed. Everything was tender and sore, but somehow I still wanted his touch. He pressed deeply with his thumb.

“No.” He kissed behind my ear. “I want to fuck you again.”

“Oh, God.” I trembled.

“But I thought I could have my dessert first.”

He wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted me from the floor, carrying me to the counter. He shoved my dress to my hips as he lowered to his knees. I didn’t have time to react as his fingers glided over my clit, circling my entrance. The heat spread through my belly.