Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

“Oh,” she gasped. “This is nice.” She laid her palms on my chest and smiled up at me. “Hi there.”

I didn’t want to talk anymore. I needed to taste her again. I pressed my lips to hers, and she melted into my touch. Our tongues danced with each other while her hands gripped the lapels of my jacket.

“I’ve never been into guys in suits, but you’ve completely changed that for me, Marco,” she gasped against my lips. “Though I’m dying to know what you look like underneath it.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket, pressed a button, and held it to my ear. “How long until the next doctor?” I barked.

“Uh, about an hour,” Apollo replied.

“Make it an hour and a half.” I ended the call and shoved my phone back in my pocket. I lifted Royal into my arms and stalked to the stairs.

“What are we doing?” she giggled.

“Answering your question of what I look like under this suit.”

“Oh,” she gasped. “But the doctors,” she cried.

I made it to the stairs and stalked past Apollo and Murphy who were standing by the front door. That ruled out Murphy being in the pantry with Bristol.

“Whoa!” Meg hollered from the top of the stairs. “What’s going on?” Her hair was dripping wet, and she had a towel draped over her shoulders.

I climbed the stairs two at a time.

“Uh,” Apollo called. “I don’t think there is anything wrong.”

Meg jumped to the side when I reach the top of the stairs. “Oh.” She gave me a slight bow. “I’d tell you to suit up, but you’re way past that point.” She winked at Royal. “Ride ‘em, cowgirl.”

Apollo and Murphy busted out laughed, and Royal buried her face in my shoulder.

“Meg,” King called from the opposite side of the hallway. “Get your ass in this room.”

“Oh, hey!” she cheered. “Do I get to do a little riding, too?” she called to King.

“No. You’re soaking wet and dripping all over Marco’s floor.”

Her face fell. “Well, shoot.” She turned on her heel and headed down the hallway toward King.

King chuckled and leaned against the doorway to their room. “Though I thought we could test out this tub and see if it can really fit two people.”

Meg pumped her fist in the air. “Oh, yeah!”

I headed down the hallway to my room and didn’t stop until I reached the door.

“Oh, your room,” Royal gasped. She reached for the door handle and pushed it open.

“It’s your room now, too,” I growled. I stalked to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it. I climbed on with her while I undid my tie and jacket.

My clothes ended up in a pile on the floor along with Royal’s next to them.

“Wow,” Royal laughed. “You’re like Clark Kent when he changed into his costume.”

“I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her bare stomach. “Or me.”

She self-consciously tried to cover herself with her hands. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

“I’m naked, Marco,” she whispered.

“I know,” I growled. “That’s how I want you.”