Don't Tell (Don't 1)

I’d never had a night with a tally like this. It was supposed to be fucking. Plain and simple. I got my thrill from beating every man in the Titan for her. She got the thrill from having her fantasy come true. It was an even exchange. The contracts protected the society in case anything got out of hand. It never did. The mutual need was met without question.

But there was something about Molly Washington that had gotten under my skin. By now I would have climbed out of bed and walked to my office. Maybe had another drink and looked at tomorrow’s agenda.

But something in my chest urged me to stay. To hold on to her a little longer. Inhale the scent of her hair. Press my body to hers. Remember what

it felt like to touch her.

Daylight would be here soon.

I steadied myself against the balcony railing. The wind whipped from the east. From here I could see the ocean. It looked still at sunrise.

There was a cruise ship coming in to port. In a few hours, the tourists would be wandering Freychon, shopping for souvenirs, taking pictures. Posting about the beauty of my country. Some would vow they could never leave. Others would promise to return. Tourism was an economic driver for the country, but not the only one. We had more to offer than pretty postcards.

“Your majesty.” Fernando cleared his throat behind me.

I turned. He presented a cart of coffee.

“Gracias.”

I watched as he placed the contents of the cart on the balcony’s dining table. Within minutes he had left the residence.

I reached for the pot of coffee. I liked it black. The steam swirled from the top as I poured a cup.

And what about the American sleeping in my bed? What was her story? What brought her to Galona?

Maybe it was time I found out.

I walked inside, making a turn for the master suite. She was tangled in the sheets. A long leg strewn across the bed. Her arms cradled a pillow. Her hair was auburn with deep hues of golden honey. She looked like a fucking angel sleeping there. I was certain I’d never had one of those in my bed before.

And not one who was anything like this woman.

I took another sip of coffee before placing it next to the bed.

Her head moved. “Mmm.”

“Bonjour.” I shirked the lounge pants from my legs. “Buenos dias.”

I climbed on the bed, taking the sheet over my head.

I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to. I pinned her warm sleepy body under me, taking her tit in my mouth. I sucked roughly.

“Ohh.”

She came alive under my slow hands as I massaged her swollen clit. I licked, swirling my tongue over her.

She whimpered, bucking her hips towards my hand. I felt her walls flutter against my fingers. I plunged them deep in her entrance, making her groan in my ear. Fuck. She was incredible. Already wet and ready. Soft and warm.

I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Burning my way to her mouth.

No man could get enough of her lips. It was like she was laced with nectar.

The morning light filtered in through the drapes. Her eyes were hooded with lust. With desire.

My impatience won the battle. I nudged her leg to the side, pressing my hard dick to her pussy. She soaked my shaft with her honey, sliding back and forth. Daring me to fuck her like this. To drive myself home.

“Fuck, love,” I growled. I didn’t have much self-restraint, but I leaned for the drawer sheathing myself in a condom in record time.

Her hands carried over her head as I secured her wrists with one hand. She was mine. So sweet and submissive. I kissed her as my cock sank into her with driving force.