The Dirty Series 1(114)

I push her backward a little so I can close the door behind us. “What?”

“Now that you’re the crown prince, you have nothing left for me.” She cuts her eyes to the side, then turns them back to mine. “I’m not trying to complain, but damn it, Alec, we never see each other, and then when we do, you’re…you act like that.”

“I won’t be like that anymore. I promise,” I pledge, bending down to kiss her earlobe, then her collarbone, then her other cheek. “That’s not who I am anymore. I’m done fighting with my father, and I’m done fighting with you. I swear.”

“I don’t know, Alec…” She puts both her hands on my wrists. She presses on them, with the lightest touch, warning me…but without much enthusiasm.

“Will you let me remind you what we’re like together? What we’re really like? Who we are?”

She moves her head to the side, letting me drag my lips down the soft skin of her neck. I feel the goose bumps rise on her skin.

“You don’t deserve it.”

“I know. But will you let me? I’m sorry for being such an asshole. Will you forgive me?”

I flick my tongue out, licking the very edge of her collarbone, and she shivers, then twists toward me, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Fine,” she says, and I hear the forgiveness in her voice.

Once the word is out of her mouth, I lift her up in my arms, carry her to the massive bed, and set about the most important task of the evening: worshipping every single inch of her creamy skin, gently, firmly, until she’s crying out my name from where she lies under my body, my hard cock filling her, the touch of my hands, my mouth consuming her, the two of us surrendering to our passion, her smile lighting up the room.





Chapter Thirty-Five





Jessica



If there’s one thing I can’t deny, it’s that Alec touches me like no man ever has, and I’m sure no man ever will.

Literally.

His hands are God’s gift to humanity.

If all we had to do for eternity was touch each other, lick each other, fuck each other, we would get along perfectly.

Unfortunately, some of those other issues are still lingering when I wake up the next morning, tangled under the sheets with Alec.

While he’s still asleep, I take the opportunity to stare at him, his torso rising up from underneath the sheets, his chest rising and falling with each breath, every one of his ab muscles chiseled and defined.

How does he stay in such good shape? I wonder absently. He never seems to have time for anything else. Even meals are a rushed affair, unless they’re for formal receptions, and then they take forever.

I’m debating whether or not to run my fingers over the ridges of his abs and risk waking him up when he opens his eyes and looks at me, the brilliant green color of his orbs taking my breath away.

“Hi,” he says, and smiles, stretching his arms above his head, resembling a Greek god.

“Hi,” I say, but I can’t replicate his smile.

“What is it?” His face is instantly clouded with concern. “You didn’t like last night?” Alec tries to make light of things with a low, sultry voice. “You like it a little rougher, don’t you? Well, you’re in luck. I can do that.”

I can’t help but crack a little smile, but it quickly fades away. “It’s not that.”

“Then tell me what it is,” he says, gathering my hair back from my face and twisting it around in his hand, then letting it gently fall against the bare skin of my shoulder.

The solution hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s not Alec’s fault that I feel at loose ends. What I need to do is figure out a way for me to have some time of my own, to myself, where I can do as I please.

I never thought I’d say it, but a tiny part of me misses my job at Colton-Hayes.

It’s true that it did contribute to my general dissatisfaction with my life situation in New York City, but at least it provided structure to my days. Life at Sainthall Palace gives me structure, too, but the wrong kind—it’s never of my own choosing. Maybe if I could work a few days somewhere in Sainthall, I would have the energy to fulfill my duties here.

That would strike a wonderful balance.

As I think the idea over, a smile spreads across my face.

“What are you thinking, my lady Jessica?” Alec says, a questioning smile on his lips.

“I’d like to get a job.”

He cocks his head and looks at me with a strange expression, as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m joking. “A job?”

“Yes. I’d like to get a job somewhere in Sainthall. Maybe at one of the shops close to the palace? I was thinking if I could spend a few hours a week working away from here, it would let me take a little bit of a mental break from all the—.”