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Page 50 of Just Desserts (Holland Springs 4)

Hell, yes. Then he remembered what he didn’t come prepared for… Oh shit and kill him now.

“But not tonight. I’m too sleepy,” she said on a yawn, then gave him a little smile and let go of him, her hand falling to the bed. “And satisfied.”

Grimacing, he stood, painfully aroused. “See you in the morning,” he said as she rolled on her side, and slipped off her heels. Desire hit him hard again, all those curves and bare skin so close, yet he didn’t have permission to touch her. He crossed the room and opened her door.

“Don’t forget to wear your sightseeing suit,” she called out.

He paused. “I don’t bloody have a sightseeing suit.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She yawned again. “Whatever you say, your suitliness.”

Ignoring her, he shut the door behind him and padded to his room. He scrubbed his hand over his face and walked inside. He glanced down at his erection and exhaled. Guess he’d have to take matters into his own hands.

Chapter Nineteen

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Daisy sang, lightly tapping her very own Sleeping Beauty on the nose. “Daylight’s a-wasting.”

Drowsy blue eyes blinked up at her. “Good God, you’re one of those people.” He turned and buried his face in the pillow, giving her an unobstructed view of the tattoos she wanted to trace with her tongue.

Later, she reminded herself. First, she had to make him pay. Although what did it say about her that she had to blackmail him into spending time with her? Then again, no one had blackmailed him into giving her an orgasm that had made her see another universe full of stars that outshone the sun.

She smiled. Yep, she’d lost her mind and then found it reading some poetry.

“C’mon, Sebastian. You promised.”

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice muffled.

Unable to stop herself, she traced the large R on his upper back with the tip of her finger and he growled. She laughed. “Six AM. I let you sleep in.”

“Jesus Christ, woman, go back to bed,” he groaned.

“Are all world domination plotters this whiny in the morning? Need your cup of special world domination beverage to get you going first?”

“Shut it, Daisy.”

Her smile grew wider as she traced another tattoo on his back. “Bless your heart. Maybe if I fed you first, you wouldn’t be so ornery.”

“Ha! I plan to be ornery all—hang on,” he said, turning over. His gaze landed on the nightstand. A tray loaded with plates of biscuits, grits, bacon, sausage, fruit, and muffins sat on it. “Did you make all that?”

“Well, I had to pass the time somehow. I’ve been up since three,” she said, leaning over to grab the tray as he sat up. She placed it over his lap and smiled. “Hope you like it.”

He dug in, then seemed to remember his manners and asked, “Have you eaten?”

She nodded. “I always eat while I cook. It’s why I have to exercise every day. Else, I’d end up looking like my Aunt Jeannie.”

“I approve of your methods,” he said around a mouthful of biscuit and ran an appreciative eye over her. He swallowed. “Am I off cupcake rationing?”

She had baked four dozen cupcakes this morning. “Depends on you.”

He lifted his brows. “Fine. I’ll make arrangements for this Saturday and—”

“No.”

One brow went higher than the other. “Sorry?”

“I don’t want the earl’s tour or even Sebastian Romanov’s tour. I want the real deal tour, for tourists. In fact, I found a walking tour for us that we do at our own pace.” She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and scrolled through it. “We’re doing the infamous Wizard Tour this morning, right after you call in sick to work.”

His chin dipped. “You’re quite serious, aren’t you?”

“I’m quite pleased,” she said, imitating his accent. And he looked less than pleased. He looked a little scared. “It won’t be that bad mingling with the commoners, Your Lordship.”

“That’s not the problem.” He speared some helpless strawberries. “I’ve never called in sick to work, much less lied about it.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” she said cheerfully. “Besides, it’s not like you’ve never lied before.” She wriggled her fingers at him, engagement ring prominently displayed. “But if you can’t say you’re sick, then say I made you take me.”

Sebastian burst out laughing. “Made me?”

Pouting, she batted her lashes at him. “Call in sick for me?”

He stopped laughing. “Put those away,” he ordered, pointing the fork at her lips.

“Fine.” She picked up the tray, grabbed his fork, and set all of it on the nightstand, then crawled into his lap and straddled him. “Is this better?”

“Marginally,” he said, but his hands settled on her hips.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his. “Bastian?”

“Mmm?”

Another brush over his lips and she tugged the lower one into her mouth, sucking on it. Her heart sped up and her panties grew damp. This was a very dangerous game she was playing. Well, in that she might decide to spend the day with him in bed, instead of wandering the streets of London.

His hands tightened and he grew hard between her legs. She pressed against him, acutely aware of how empty she felt and how she wanted him to fill her. To stretch her and make it so she could feel him for days later. Her sex throbbed and pulsated with need, but she could be strong. She could make him wait.

“Take. Me. Please,” she whispered.

“Oh yeah,” he growled.

Putty in her hands. “Great!” She sat up, scrambled off the bed, and smiled. “I’ll take the tray with me and finish cleaning up the mess I made in your kitchen.”

Stunned didn’t begin to describe the look on his face. “You’re going to leave me, like this?” Gesturing to his lap, his erection tenting the thin sheets.

Pretending not to notice his current state, she shook her head and grabbed the tray. “Of course not.”

“Fantastic.” He lunged at her.

She danced out of his reach, the plates sliding together with dull thuds. “I’ll be happy to wait for you to get dressed first. Seriously, Sebastian, we’d be mugged if you went outside looking like that.” By horny women salivating over him.

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