Don't Promise (Don't 3)

“Can we go back to the room?” I asked.

“I’ll have them bring us dessert.”

I smiled as he led me away from the table. “But you had your dessert before dinner.”

He chuckled. “I think I’m going to have some more.”

27

Damon

I squeezed Molly’s hand when we drove through the palace tunnel. I didn’t know what was in store for us, but I was determined not to let her slip away because of tradition. A modern monarchy was essential now more than ever.

“I can’t believe this is where I’m going to live.” She looked up at the towers surrounding us.

The car slowed. Georgan pa

rked just outside the entrance.

“It is.”

As soon as we were inside the palace, Sutcliffe met us in the foyer.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed.

“I’m headed to the residence to change. We can meet in a few minutes,” I explained.

“The royal study, sir?”

“That will be fine.” I tugged Molly along behind me into the elevators.

“He didn’t look happy.” She turned to me.

I shook my head. “He never is. Part of his job I’m afraid. I give him problems and he has to provide solutions.” I brushed the hair from her shoulder. “I thought about the meeting on the flight home and I’d like for you to attend.”

Her eyes widened. The bits of blue swirled with confusion. “The meeting with Sutcliffe? Right now?”

“Yes. Whatever the plan is, you’re a part of it. You should hear what he has to say. Ayla will of course instruct you through the details once we have those, but I’d like you to be there. It’s your meeting too.”

There was a moment last night when I thought I had lost her. When I thought I had fucked up beyond repair. It wouldn’t happen again.

“All right. I’d love to be there.” She smiled. “And you don’t think Sutcliffe will mind?”

I laughed. “Of course he’ll mind. He’ll hate the whole fucking concept.”

The elevator dinged, but before we stepped into the residence I pushed her against the wall, taking her lips against mine. It was like our first kiss, but without the hesitation Molly clung to before. Last night something changed. And we both knew it.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, purring as my tongue twisted in her mouth. If she kept kissing me like this we might be late for the meeting.

“Fuck, I’m hard, love.”

Her hands snaked over my body, reaching my cock. “Maybe I can help.”

She lowered to her knees, dragging my zipper as she knelt on the floor.

“Molly,” I groaned. But she freed my cock and I wasn’t stopping her now. I pulled the park lever on the elevator so we couldn’t move.

My palm pressed into the wall while the other caressed the back of her head.