Kiss Me More (Midnight Kisses)

For the first time, I wanted a real college experience which is how I wound up with Wendy. As a roommate, she’s messy, and all over the place; as my best friend, she’s perfect. She’s a little younger than me, but she has the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met.

“A princess?” he finally says.

“Yeah, I don’t normally tell people because I have no idea how they’ll react,” I reply candidly. It’s the truth, and I can’t help wishing he’ll react coolly because I want him. Over the course of the night, I’ve one hundred percent fallen for the geeky bad boy vibe he’s giving off, and I can’t explain it.

“I understand,” he says. Suddenly, fireworks start going off, and people pour out of his house and onto the balcony. “Happy New Year,” he murmurs, before leaning down and kissing me. Not unlike the fireworks going off in the sky, Shocks go off in my body.

“Happy New Year,” I reply, somewhat dazed when he stops kissing me. How I wish time had stood still so his lips would be on mine forever.

“Ma’am?” Renault says again, coming out of nowhere. How the hell does he do that?

“I’m coming,” I reply. “Come with me,” I say to him.

“To Solaria?”

“Yes. It’s a long flight, but we can talk more,” I say.

“Commercial?”

“Yes. I imagine that out jet couldn’t get her one such short notice.”

“I have a jet,” he says, making me smile.

“You do?”

“Of course. We can leave now. I make the preparations and by the time we get to the airstrip, we can take off.”

“That sounds great.”

“Besides, I want to do more than talk,” he says, grinning lecherously.

“You do?” I repeat.

“Absolutely.”

“Like what?”

“Worship you,” he says, making me gasp. He practically eats my gasp in a kiss so passionately, Renault has to clear his throat.

“Ma’am, we’ve got to be going. The palace said it was urgent.”

“Of course, we’ll leave now,” Walt says, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He shoots off a quick text and then grabs my hand. I wait for him at the bottom of the stairs while he runs upstairs. He comes back less than five minutes later with a carry-on bag.

“We could be a while,” I tell him.

“It’s all good. I can purchase whatever else I need there.” We get into the backseat of my car, Renault in the driver’s seat. “East Egg Municipal Airfield.” Renault nods, and we are off. “Is your father sick?” he asks.

“Not that I know of. He does this all the time. I’ve been home for emergency three times since last semester began. Because he’s the king, the urgency is always high.”

“I see,” he says, running his hand up my leg slowly and resting it on my knee. The butterflies in my belly take flight. If this weren’t a metaphor, I’d be afraid he could hear them flapping away.

“Do you?” I ask, but instead of him answering, he kisses me more.

Midnight magic and kisses? What more could a princess ask for?

Chapter Three

Walt

Once we are in the air, I take her to the bedroom located at the back of the plane. The moment I saw her, I knew we’d end up in bed together.

“You’re him,” she whispers as I unzip the back of her dress. Her security detail brought her a bag that’s sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed. Irrationally, I don’t like knowing they pawed through her underwear drawer to put some in the bag.

“What?” I ask, confused by her statement.

“You’re him,” she repeats, turning to face me. Her dress slides down her body silently into a pool at her feet. She steps out of her heels and the dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her white lacy panties are sexy as hell. Her entire curvy body was made for sinning. My body aches to lick every single inch, every single curve of her body until she comes on my tongue. “The man I’ve longed for. The man I’ve waited for.” What? My eyes dart up to her face. She’s biting her bottom lips, and her eyes are shining with what I can only describe as mischief or arousal.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” She nods. “Say it. Spell it out for me.”

“I’ve never been with a man before. I was saving myself.”

“Saving yourself for who?” I ask, removing the suit until I’m just in my boxers. If I take these off now, it will be over embarrassingly quick.

“My husband,” she says boldly. I watch as she hooks her thumbs into her panties and pulls them down her legs, stepping out of them as well.

“And you think that’s me?” I ask, moving toward her. She backs up until her legs hit the bed, and she falls backward and her legs open. Her perfect pussy is now visible to me. All I want to do is dive down and bury my face in her snatch, licking her until she begs me to stop.