Royal Fake

“Oh my God, you are not old. You don’t look old… ugh.” She drank her champagne. “Did I just ruin this?” Was she serious?

“Does my age ruin this for you?” Now I was stepping up to bat and I made sure she understood I wanted her out of the robe as my eyes roved her body and my voice heated with seduction.

“No, not at all.” Her sweet wide-eyed expression met my feral one.

“So, should we talk about what this might be for us?” I needed to get this night started.

“Sure,” she came back with a nervous chirp.

“Well, for me, I’d love for us to finish the champagne and get into bed so I can get you out of that robe.” I lowered my eyes to hers and stared deeply… “Then, I want you to relax and let me take you on a journey to a place I’m sure you’ve never been.” I slowly smacked my lips as I took a strawberry from the plate slid it gently into my mouth and bit down on it.

She giggled and almost all out laughed, breaking the mood a little.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure when you were like, ‘you can take a shower and there’s a robe in there’, I wasn’t just here for the pizza and strawberries. I mean I’m in the hotel suite of a man I met for maybe five minutes.” She started biting her lip with nervous tension.

I could see her stress level was rising. “That doesn’t mean you have to take off the robe. You can be here just for the pizza and stellar conversation.”

“I don’t do this. I want you to know. I don’t just go up to a guy’s room.” Oh, she’d gotten prickly pretty fast.

“I’d still like you even if you did just go up to a guy’s room. I enjoy women who like seduction and a good night of sex. Nothing wrong with it, dear. So, I don’t care if you do this or not, I’m just glad you’re here.” I flashed her a sweet smile and refilled her champagne. “Let’s take this out on the terrace, the view is so lovely there.” She needed to relax a little and I wasn’t against giving her some time to warm up to me.

I picked up the plates and food and brought the rest of the champagne to the terrace with the wrap-around view of the city.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over this view,” she gushed as she sat on one of the lounge chairs.

“It is lovely, but don’t you think you’ll be more comfortable on the couch with me?” I patted the seat beside me as after I set the food down on the small coffee table.

“Oh yes, right, with you, of course.” She stood up and reseated herself beside me and I began to massage her neck.

“Suddenly, you’re so tense.” I massaged her shoulders and then pulled her to me so I could kiss her sweet mouth. “Maybe this will help.”

Chapter 5

Avery

His warm hands eased the rock-hard muscles in my neck as I shivered at his touch. I was so excited to do this, so down, so ready until we were actually doing it then I froze. I had had sex with only four guys at that point. The first was a stupid mistake in high school after the senior prom, three days after my eighteenth birthday when I thought I was a late bloomer and just decided to bloom and wilt all in one night. Wrong guy, wrong moment. The sex was awkward and strange. Losing my V-Card was uneventful and uncomfortable, whatever, it was history. The second guy I actually really liked, but he moved to Chicago and we had to end our one-year relationship. We were in college and he transferred to another school. We tried the long-distance thing and it failed.

The third guy was a friend of Madison’s from her firm. He was hot, very hot, and I thought for a minute she was going to date him, but she said he was too weird for her. By weird, I thought creative, quirky, fun… and I think she did too. But weird turned out to be a borderline serial killer personality with a dark fascination with death and overzealous lovemaking that may or may not have involved a little choking. The fourth was a friend, a freeloader, I made the mistake of letting into my house.

Liam was so different, he was charming, sexy, kind, mature. Fuck, I was in love. Insta, Alpha, fucking sexy Irishman Diplomatty love. So, when he leaned in to kiss me, I sunk right into it and boy was I glad I did. The lingering champagne on his tongue mixed with his rich essence fired up all my synapsis. Before I knew it, I was grinding on his lap for all of New York to see. He was wearing soft flannel pants and a luxurious cotton T-shirt over hard muscles underneath. The more I touched him, the more I wanted him. As I rocked my robe-clad pelvis into his growing erection, our kiss became a sort of dance. I slowly bore down on him as he grew harder underneath me. The stiffer his cock became the more I pressed on him until he broke our kiss.