Princely Passions

So, yes. I’m back.

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Alicia

So I guess this is what happens when I decide to keep my mouth shut about potential international money laundering, huh?

The guy I’m covering for doesn’t even want me to be his girlfriend.

Well, fuck him.

That’s what I tell myself as I open my cupboard and take out a bottle of wine.

That’s right, babe. I’m drinking by myself. I’m going to nurse my wounded pride.

Whatever. I mean, I got him hard and left him, which was probably a bitchy thing to do, but it’s part of the dance.

I’m all changed into my comfy silk robe and I’m going to watch Teen Mom on MTV and drink till I get sleepy. Then I’ll go to sleep and call Mom and Dad in the morning on Skype and tell them I love them.

Sounds like a plan.

Oh my God…it’s a plan all right. For spinsterhood.

That’s when I hear a knock on the door.

“Alicia?” I hear a voice.

It's Derek.

Damn, I musta left him with some big blue balls, huh?

My heart races even more and I hesitate for maybe a second and then run across the living room and open the door.

Derek's standing there, about to knock again.

I open the door and look at him. “You’re back…” I trail off.

"Why'd you go?" he asks me bluntly. "Was it really to teach me a lesson?"

I look at him. He's looking at me. I don't see that smirk of his. I don't see the cocky, arrogant billionaire prick that the newspapers say he is when I Googled him. I don't even see my client I’m investigating and hiding what I know from.

I see the most handsome face I've ever seen in my life. Attached to the hottest body I've ever been close to—my fantasies can't even compare to what this guy has.

He doesn’t know that every fiber of my body wanted to just inhale his cock in the limo. That during dinner today I was thinking screw work. Let’s give love a chance.

But when he just went off on how he doesn’t do girlfriends I completely went the other way. Thought I need to protect myself from falling for him even more.

No, Derek knows nothing of this. He should be lucky he doesn’t have to go through this.

I turn away so he doesn’t see my face and walk to the window.

Okay, I know it’s dramatic. Whatever. I don’t want him to see me like this.

I can feel him come up close behind me. I can feel his chest against my back. "Why?" he asks.

My heart's racing and it feels like it's going to burst. "You’re not looking for a girlfriend," I murmur, feeling his hands on my sides. It feels so good. I take a step back without realizing what I'm doing and find myself pushed up against him. I can feel his cock. It's poking into my ass. I move my ass slightly, nestling his cock in between my ass cheeks.

"That's why you left?" he asks me. "Because I said I’m not looking for a girlfriend?"