Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

“I want dessert first.”

Holy shit. I’d never done anything like this. I climbed on top of the king, fully dressed in his tuxedo. My evening gown, splayed around me. I hesitated, but Damon was strong. He planted me right above his face. His tongue traced over my entrance as I sank down.

“Oh God,” I whimpered. My head falling back as I began to lose control.

His tongue darted in and out as I rode faster. My hips jutted against the friction he provided my clit. I was soaring high quickly. I looked out at the sea. Damon’s fingers began to explore my thighs and then I felt the pressure on my backside.

I bounced when his finger breached the rim of my rosebud. It felt too good. Epic sensations coursed through me.

“Come, baby. Come for me.”

He sucked my clit powerfully, pushing his finger deep in my ass. It was a beautiful combination of erotic vibrations, ricocheting from my pussy to my ass.

“Oh yes.” I panted, feeling the freedom that followed the first breach of the orgasm. I gave in. Falling. Spiraling. Crashing. Until I was useless.

Damon kissed the inside of my thigh, before directing it to the other side of his body.

I sighed. No man made me feel like he did. I thought it was a heat-of-the-moment sex confession, but I started to believe I really did belong to him.

There was a ding, similar to a door bell.

“What is that?” I asked. I had barely caught my breath.

“That is dinner.” He sat forward, straightening his tie. “Shall we?”

“But I—look at me.” I was flushed and my straight hair was wild.

“You look sexy.” He winked.

I leaned to the floor for my panties.

“Leave them.”

“What?” My eyes cut to him.

“I have more surprises. Don’t touch them.”

He helped me stand from the bed. I straightened my dress. “You know Ayla would die if she knew I was going to dinner without underwear.”

He squeezed my hand. “We’re going to have to keep lots of secrets, love.”

I leaned against his shoulder. I liked how it sounded when he said we.

Twenty-Five

Damon

The crew let us dine alone. I assured them we could pour our own champagne. I didn’t need them hovering. For once I wanted to forget the servitude that surrounded me.

Molly looked beautiful in the candlelight, but I realized she looked beautiful anywhere, under any circumstance. I needed her kind of purity. It steadied me when I thought I would crash.

“Now that everyone is gone, can you please tell me what happened between the time we arrived at the hotel and when we met for our date?” She took a bite of salad.

I wasn’t used to sharing, for many reasons. As king I didn’t have to express feelings or thoughts. I didn’t govern in a partnership with my siblings. I issued orders. It was my country.

And now there was an angelic woman who had pure intent behind her questions. It was hard to ignore her naiveté. However, what happened today involved her. I made a decision to include her.

“I’m pleased Ayla is so good at her job. She kept you away from phones and TV.”