Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“You’re killing me, Kenley. I can’t take what you’re doing to me.”

Her hand reached low until she fisted my cock with steady strokes. And then Kenley did something incredible. She wiggled underneath me, grazing her breasts from my chest, past my hips until her mouth was at the tip of my dick. Her eyes were big and blue. Loving and lusting.

“Oh fuck,” I growled, watching her lick the tip with her tongue. Her tongue was wild running to the base, tracing the thick vein that pulsed.

I leaned forward, sliding my cock between her fuckable lips. She inhaled me with one thrust after another.

“Shit,” I hissed, hitting deeper each time. I grabbed the headboard with one hand as I pumped in and out of her mouth. My cock was slick and swollen.

And then I was in. All the way.

“Oh, baby.” My hips rocked back and forth, taking my dick to new depths.

I squeezed my eyes tightly as the fire bolt shot through me. If I wasn’t already on my knees, she would have taken me there. I came with a rush in her throat.

She smiled.

I pulled out of her mouth and fell backward on the bed. “Holy fuck. How am I supposed to accomplish anything today after that?”

“Your schedule is still rather light today.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I pulled her on top of me as she squealed.

“I know, but I’m responsible for your itinerary.”

I scowled. “And this is exactly why I’m requesting your resignation immediately.” I smacked her bottom with a playful whack.

“You haven’t heard anything I’ve said.” I could hear her frustration. “It hasn’t even made a dent.”

“Not true. I’ve heard all of it.” I tucked a loose curl behind her ear. “And I’ve always known your dedication to the crown. Always. I’m not questioning that. I never would.”

“Then why are you putting me in this position? I took a vow to serve the crown.”

“Because I’ve been given a second chance at life, my sweet Kenley. And I’m not going to waste it. Who cares if you aren’t royal? Does anyone really give a shit after my brother married an American? The rules have changed.”

I saw her eyes mist over. “It used to matter,” she whispered.

“Damon wants a modern monarchy and I have to agree with him. You are and I were raised and trained with the old traditions, but we don’t have to let those things determine what we want in life.”

“Then why are you asking me to resign? I love my job. I’m good at it.”

“There’s no one better,” I admitted. “I’ve never wanted anyone in that position other than you. And I definitely don’t want anyone else in this position.” I grinned, eyeing her full breasts.

“I never thought this would actually happen. That it could happen. I dreamed about it, you know?” She propped herself forward and I studied the flecks of blue in her eyes. “But it was always a fantasy. There was no way for us to actually happen. First there was Sophia.” Her voice quieted. “And then there was the alcohol.”

“Both of which are in the past,” I reminded her.

“Yes.” She nodded. “But you see, I didn’t have a plan for this possibility. It was a dream. I didn’t plot out how to navigate it. I never thought about you ever looking at me the way I looked at you.”

“It shouldn’t be hard to believe. You’re beautiful. Especially out of that stuffy suit.”

“I’m serious. It was one thing to love you from a distance, this is different.”

“I wouldn’t say I’ve ever been distant. We’ve always been together. Inseparable, really.”

Her lips twisted. “Have you ever been this close?”

“I plan to always stay this close.” I cupped her ass in