Page 35 of Royal Cocktail

“Skye, we—”

But she didn’t let him finish. Just silenced him with a kiss before pulling back and meeting his eyes. She held his gaze, hers unreadable. Then she slid down his body, her fingers making quick work of the button on his jeans.

“Christ, Skye, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She was on her knees, her head tilted back, her eyes dancing with mischief. “You had me sucking a straw earlier … and you said being … royal sucks. Might as well add a little … more truth to that statement.”

He would have protested, but when she took him in her mouth, he knew that he was both the luckiest and the unluckiest man in the entire world.

Because how was he supposed to go back home without her?

Chapter Sixteen

Skye practically danced out of the ladies’ room on Leo’s arm. She felt giddy. Powerful. And Leo seemed pretty happy himself.

“You’re looking quite smug,” Leo said, his voice teasing.

“I feel … smug. I’ve never done that before.”

Leo’s brows rose. “I believe you have.”

She bit back a laugh, remembering their night together two years ago.

“Fine. Never in a bathroom at a bar, I mean.”

“Well, that’s two of us.”

She glanced around as they walked hand in hand back to their table, noticing the girls sitting nearby, watching and giggling.

“Do you think they know what we were doing?” Skye whispered the question, feeling partly embarrassed and at the same time weirdly proud and powerful.

“Possibly,” Leo admitted. “But they might also be watching because I almost punched that guy. A bar fight tends to draw attention.”

Her stomach twisted as she realized the implications. “Leo—you…” She trailed off. He’d put himself out there for her, and that had been a mistake. Those girls probably were taking his picture, and if they were posting about the hot guy doing macho stuff in a bar, then the odds were good that someone would recognize him.

She drew a breath, saying a silent prayer despite knowing it would do no good whatsoever.

At the door, Jürgen fell in step beside them. Skye glanced at him and knew that her fears weren’t stupid. His brow was furrowed, and he was frowning at his phone. And considering his sole purpose was to keep Leo safe, she had a feeling she knew what he was frowning about.

“We should go back to the hotel, Sire.”

“We are,” Leo said, squeezing Skye’s hand. If he was thinking about the possible public relations nightmare or the blowing of his cover in Austin, he wasn’t showing it.

They walked to the corner in silence, Jürgen settling in several paces behind them.

“Maybe you should just walk me home,” she whispered, because he needed a way out. Surely he realized the risk. She didn’t want him to feel obligated to continue their evening when it could blow up his whole life. If they hadn’t already blown it up.

God, what had she started?

“Back to your condo?”

She nodded. “It’s late.” It wasn’t even ten. She sounded like an idiot.

“I could walk you home,” he said easily. “You could spend the rest of the evening watching TV with Bart.” He squeezed her hand, then tugged her to a stop as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear. “Or I could invite you to my room, strip you bare, and make love to you. Personally, I’m leaning toward the latter.”

“Leo—those girls.”

“Aren’t welcome in my room.”