Princess's Secret Baby(65)

                She loved the hard work of him, the grittiness of being allowed to be herself as she moved over and over his thick length.

                He started tweaking at her nipples and in a tease Leila leant forward, her hands either side of his head, her full breast over his mouth, and she found out then that his patience wasn’t infinite because James’s hands were back on her hips and starting to pull her down faster.

                He could feel her building, just as he had on the dance floor. For now, he knew her sexually better than Leila knew herself, but not for long, James knew.

                Even as she tried to tell him not yet, James made her a liar because she was lifting her head and arching her back, pressing her hands to his chest as she came to his body’s command.

                Her scream was the first she had knowingly given; it felt like she was on the top of a mountain, dragging in the thin air and spinning as James took her to a place that only he ever could.

                She had been searching for freedom, Leila realised. But not the decadent kind. Instead she had been seeking the freedom that the love of another gave and she had found it now in James.





                                      CHAPTER THIRTEEN

                A NIGHT WITHOUT TEARS.

                Her first one.

                James watched the smile spread on Leila’s face as she woke and looked out of the huge window to the spectacular view of Central Park. She could see the lake where she often walked, the beautiful trees and the lush grass where they had lain last night.

                ‘Wait till you see it in fall,’ James said. ‘It never gets old.’

                ‘What is it like in winter?’

                ‘Spectacular,’ James said. ‘Especially when it snows overnight and you weren’t expecting it.’

                She thought of tasting snow on her tongue in the taxi rank and knew that somehow she had been on her way to here.

                ‘Do you have dinner parties with your family here?’ Leila asked.

                ‘No,’ James said. ‘They came over once when I first bought it and my father said that had I spoken to him, he could have got a better price in another building and a better view too.’

                ‘There is no better view,’ Leila said.

                ‘I said the same to him.’

                ‘Do you wish you were closer to them?’ Leila asked, and James thought for a little while before he answered her.

                ‘I used to when I was growing up but I finally worked out it wasn’t worth wasting my time. I didn’t run away quite as dramatically as you. In fact, I haven’t even left town, but really, apart from the odd get-together I’m done with them. We’re runaways,’ James said.

                ‘I like being on the run. We’ll never move?’

                ‘Never, though we’ll have to baby-proof it,’ James said, and then rolled his eyes, because he never, ever thought he’d be saying that about his home. ‘Do you want a tour?’

                Together they explored his home. There were views of the park from every window, there were bedrooms and bathrooms and just all things James—such as a bedroom with the cupboard filled with skis and things.