Laithir felt a slight tug and looked down, surprised when Shantra’s kitten climbed onto his lap. The feline’s big, yellow eyes blinked up at him, silently begging him for affection. Laithir glanced up again and Shantra was saying something about the cost of raising a family. He absently scratched the kitten behind his ears.
“I mean, there’s the cost of raising children which, in our case, could be exorbitant! The average cost is now over three hundred thousand for the average family! And that’s not including the additional security that would be needed for any child born into royalty! I mean, there’s the problem of new bodyguards, and we’d have to hire a nanny. Right now, the human resources department of your administration is set up to hire engineers and accountants and oil personnel. Trying to shift their focus to finding an adequate nanny, especially one for a small infant, would be difficult!”
Laithir considered all the different ways he still wanted to make love to Shantra. As she paced, he thought about all the possibilities. They’d only had three days of privacy together, and they’d made significant headway through the fantasies he’d conjured up with her as the star. But the possibilities were endless!
The kitten climbed up his shirt, perching on his shoulder and rubbing his soft fur against his neck.
“Oh and don’t even get me started on the problems with training new bodyguards to protect an infant or a toddler! Goodness, do you have any idea how much energy a toddler has? And teenagers…” she continued.
Laithir sipped his scotch while scratching the kitten, contemplating pressing Shantra up against the wall and making love to her while she gripped one of the columns. He could press himself into her and listen to her sighs of pleasure.
“And what about when they go off to college? How do we protect them when they’re away?”
Or maybe he would pull her down onto his lap, her legs on either side of him so that he could spread her out in front of him, looking at her soft, beautiful body as he touched all of her. Then he would lift her up and impale her on his erection.
“…I can’t imagine how to even train our children to rule…”
He’d slowly strip her clothes off. Or maybe he would leave her clothes on, just unbutton the top of her dress and trap her arms in the sleeves, so that he had complete control of her.
Ouch! Laithir reached up and pulled the kitten off of his shoulder. He hadn’t realized how sharp kitten claws could be. It took several attempts, but the kitten finally settled on his arm to be scratched.
“…There are so many problems. And I think it would be better if we knew each other better, considered all of the problems and found solutions to them, before we venture into creating a family.”
He could slide his hands up along her thighs, bringing her dress along with his hands, spreading her legs wide so that he could…
“Are you listening to me?” she snapped.
Laithir looked up at her lovely features and smiled. “Of course,” he told her. “Come here,” he commented, raising his hand and ignoring the protests of the kitten when he set the cat to the side, far enough away so that he wouldn’t be hurt. He waited until she placed her hand in his before he pulled her closer.
Shantra glanced at Janus to make sure he was safe, and almost laughed at how his tail twitched after he’d climbed the sofa, acting as if he’d just climbed a mountain.
But Laithir brought her attention right back to him.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her anger shifting to nervousness now that he was touching her again. It was one thing to keep her cool when she was physically across the room from him. But he’d called to her, and she’d stupidly come to him. What kind of spine did she have?
“Laithir, we need to talk about this. And…”
He pulled her down into an indecent position. “What are you doing?” she gasped as he set his glass down on the end table. She tried to close her legs, to sit down in a more lady-like position. But Laithir slid his hands higher. “Don’t shift,” he told her firmly.
Shantra shook her head. “Laithir, this isn’t…”
“Be quiet,” he commanded, pulling her onto his lap and he wouldn’t let her try and keep her legs together. He’d worked this fantasy up during her rant, and now he was going to follow through. His fingers teased her knees until she was straddling him and he liked that her breathing was ragged now.
Palming her bottom, he pressed her closer to his erection. “You had a bad day, I’m guessing,” he commented as his fingers unbuttoned the tiny row of buttons on her dress.
“It was my first day here,” she said, instinctively grabbing his wrists but there was no strength to her grip this time. She wasn’t trying to stop him, but more, she was just trying to keep her head from losing all focus. It was extremely difficult when his… “Don’t stop,” she whispered, when his fingers slid ever so gently over her nipples.