Page 136 of His Kidnapped Queen
I grab her wrist with my hand, circling it with my fingers. I bring her hand up to brush my lips across her knuckles.
“But I didn’t. You called for the medic and saved me.”
“If the EMTs hadn’t been there?—”
“But they were. Scott made sure they were.”
“I miss him.” Her lips tremble.
I chuckle. “Did too much champagne make you maudlin?”
“A little.” She pouts again. “Maybe I need food.”
“What does your heart desire, pixie?”
“Burgers. Greasy ones. With shoestring fries,” she says, grinning up at me.
“You work on getting out of that damned dress. I’ll call the chef.”
I watch her, bemused, as she tries to wiggle out of the dress, only getting out of a couple of the petticoats.
I make the order and help her with the rest, my fingers deftly working on the small buttons as I sweep down her back.
When the food arrives, she’s finally out of her bra and taking deep breaths.
“Is it really that hard to breathe in them?”
“With a dress like that? You have no idea,” she says, gasping for air.
I chuckle. The dress pools on the floor as a knock makes me turn toward the door.
I meet our chef at the door, pressing a hundred into his hand. He grins at me and gives me a salute, some of our only communication because he doesn’t speak English very well.
“Make sure you tip Jorge well,” Sophia nags, and I roll my eyes, still smiling.
“I always tip well.”
“Rich people should tip well.”
“What else should rich people do, pixie?” I ask, curious, giving her a half-smile.
“Love their wives.”
“Well, that’s easy, isn’t it?”
She looks at me curiously, arching her back as she lies on her stomach. I bite my lip, my dick twitching in my slacks as I put a hand on her bare ass. She’s naked now, all her curves on perfect display in my bed. Exactly where she belongs.
“How come you weren’t mad at me when you found out I lied to you?”
“I always knew you were lying, pixie,” I say calmly. We’ve had this discussion a hundred times. Sophia has some idea in her mind that she deserves to be punished.
I punished her enough before I realized I loved her.
“But you weren’t angry?”
“I was in love,” I say earnestly. “Too confused to be angry. We both lied to each other, pixie, didn’t we?”
“Did you lie to me?”
