Clearing his throat a little, Samir smiled sheepishly and retrieved a datapad out of his pocket. “I’m here for this. An educational reform I’ve been planning for a while.”

Warrehn didn’t even glance at it, his gaze intent on Samir’s face.

“What?” Samir said with a crooked smile. “This is important, really.”

Warrehn shook his head, leaning back in his seat. It should have been outlawed, the way he looked so mouthwateringly good with that blue dress shirt hugging his broad shoulders and thick biceps. It brought out his eyes and looked wonderful against his bronzed skin. Samir swallowed as Warrehn loosened his cravat, his long fingers working on it unhurriedly as his blue eyes remained on Samir.

“Do you want me to support it?” Warrehn said.

Samir cleared his throat a little. “That would be the desirable outcome, yes.”

Warrehn got to his feet and walked over. Taking the datapad from Samir’s hand, he set it on the desk behind him.

Samir wet his dry lips.

Warrehn looked at him. Just looked.

And fuck it, Samir couldn’t stand it anymore. He took a step closer and nudged his nose against Warrehn’s, shivering as he breathed in his familiar, nice scent. “Hi,” he said, looping his arms around Warrehn’s neck and smiling helplessly.

“I do have a country to run, you know,” Warrehn said, but his arms wrapped around Samir and held him tightly just the way Samir liked it, making him feel wonderfully grounded and safe and emptying his head of all thoughts.

Sighing happily, Samir hugged him back and tilted his face up, wanting kisses.

“Samir,” Warrehn said hoarsely, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses all over his face before finally claiming his mouth.

Samir couldn’t breathe. He felt like he could expire from pleasure and delight, his hands roaming all over Warrehn’s strong back as he sucked on Warrehn’s tongue with ravenous little moans. Very distantly, at the back of his mind, he was appalled and embarrassed by his own behavior—he was here on business, not for this; really—but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop kissing Warrehn and touching him and wanting him. He wanted to consume him whole.

He shoved Warrehn onto his desk, straddled him, and yanked Warrehn’s fly open.

***

Samir had never imagined that he would be insane enough to have sex in the throne room.

But apparently, he was.

He let out a long moan as he slowly lifted himself off Warrehn’s thick cock and dropped back onto it hard. He cried out, and then buried his face in Warrehn’s shoulder, trying to unsuccessfully muffle his noises.

Warrehn’s fingers had a bruising grip on his ass as he guided Samir and helped him ride his cock. “Quiet,” he said, his voice tight, almost pained. “The throne room doesn’t have a lock.”

Samir was well aware of that. Anyone could enter and find him riding the king’s cock. The humiliating thought sent a wave of arousal straight to his cock.

Warrehn chuckled, fucking up into him. “You kinky little shit,” he said gently, breathing heavily against the side of his face. “You like it—that people might enter the room and see you on my cock, servicing your king.”

Samir whined, moving his hips faster and faster, the slap of his bare thighs against Warrehn’s pants obscenely loud. Warrehn was fully clothed while he was naked from the waist down. If anyone were to enter, they would see his naked ass first, and then Warrehn’s thick, red cock moving in it rhythmically. Samir groaned, imagining people’s open-mouthed stares, how shocked and appalled they would be.

“Kiss me,” he begged, panting.

Warrehn kissed him, his strong hand cradling his nape gently.

When they both finished, Samir laid his head on Warrehn’s wide shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling so amazing he felt like purring.

Warrehn chuckled, wrapping his mantle around him. “Don’t fall asleep on me. Not here.”

“Mmm,” Samir said, nuzzling his muscular neck. “Let’s go to your room, then. We can sleep there.”

“I can’t,” Warrehn said with a sigh. “I have a mountain of paperwork in my office I need to deal with first. You can take a nap in my room while you wait for me.”

Samir thought about taking a nap. It did sound appealing. But…

“I’ll help you,” Samir said, squirming closer to Warrehn. “I’m good at paperwork.”

“All right,” Warrehn said after a moment. “Let’s go.”

Samir smiled.

Chapter 18

“Where have you been?”

Samir froze as he entered his rooms, looking at his mother seated on his couch.

Her blue eyes flicked all over him, her lips pursing in obvious distaste.

Samir flushed, suddenly very self-conscious about his half-dressed state and unkempt hair. He hoped there weren’t new hickeys on his neck. He usually used a dermal regenerator, but he hadn’t exactly expected his mother to be waiting for him in his room in the middle of the night.

“It’s three in the morning,” Dalatteya said.

Samir crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Indeed, Mother. Which makes me wonder why you’re still up at this hour.”

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