“You can be grateful they’ve accepted part of you, while being frustrated they’ve tried to change another,” I point out. “It’s a parent’s job to nurture their children’s gifts. To encourage them to explore their passions. I’ve seen the way your whole being lights up when you talk about languages and history and your studies. It’s the way I feel about cars. And I think it’s incredible you’re striving to make a career out of it, regardless of what your parents think.”
Jai offers a soft smile. “That’s what you’d do if you weren’t king, isn’t it? Work with cars?”
“Absolutely. I’d be a mechanic, run my own garage.”
“Mmm…sounds sexy,” Jai purrs.
I arch a brow. “I’m not sexy now?”
He lets out a wry chuckle. “Let’s see…a king, who’s a doting father and fixes cars in his spare time? Nope, not sexy at all.”
I laugh and draw his face to mine so I can claim his lips. And in a matter of moments, the conversation is forgotten as we once again become completely lost in each other.
No, I definitely won’t be running anywhere this time.
13
JAI
It’s Monday morning and I have a couple hours to spare before my afternoon classes with Tomas and Katya begin, and I can think of no better way to spend the time than making out with Lukas in his office.
I’ve become an expert at sneaking past his secretary to get in here, and we’ve wiled away more than a few hours fooling around in between his meetings and my classes. I’m sure Boyd is well aware of what’s been going on—nothing seems to escape his notice—but he hasn’t said a word, and if anything, I’d say the stoic security guard is happy about the development, so I’ll take that as a win.
“We’re becoming a little reckless,” Lukas murmurs into my neck as I straddle him in his desk chair, my cock grinding deliciously against his. “Anybody could walk in.”
“Are you asking me to leave?”
He places his hands on my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me even tighter against him. “Definitely not.”
And then we’re back to making out, our tongues twining together in a rhythm I’m sure I’ll never get enough of.
There’s a buzz on the speaker on Lukas’s desk, and then the smoothly accented voice of his secretary, Lena. “Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is here for his ten o’clock meeting.”
Lukas freezes underneath me, his eyes blowing wide. It’s beyond clear he forgot all about this meeting. Slowly, he reaches out to press the button on the speaker to reply to Lena. “Just a moment, thank you, Lena.” Then to me, he hisses, “Quick, under the desk.”
“What?”
“Just do it!”
I scramble off his lap and onto the ground, backing into the space under the desk, which fortunately isn’t too cramped. And also, fortunately, has a panel at the front to block me from view.
The thought enters my mind that perhaps this isn’t the first time Lukas has had to stash someone under his desk, but I quickly discard it. Lukas can barely wrap his head around the thought of a secret sex room inside the palace, no way is he getting up to shenanigans in his office.
Or, at least, he wasn’t until I showed up…
I hear the door open and one of Lukas’s guards—Dorev, I think, judging by the Korovan accent—announces the Prime Minister. I stifle a laugh as Lukas begins to rise from his chair before halting and sitting back down, obviously having realized standing would give the Prime Minister a full view of his pants, which are currently tented by his massive hard on.
“Please, Viktor, have a seat,” Lukas says before shuffling his own chair in further.
I don’t think it was his intention, but the movement puts his lap perfectly within my reach and I don’t hesitate in lifting my hand to glide over the soft fabric of his suit pants. Lukas lets out a hissed breath and I start to remove my hand, not wanting to get him too riled in front of the Prime Minister. But before I can pull away, to my utter disbelief, he takes hold of my hand and wraps it around his cock. I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself letting out an audible chuckle. What the hell’s happened to the uptight guy who didn’t even want to dance with me?
I’m so tempted to unzip his pants and pull his cock out so I can take him in my mouth, but I’m worried about the sound the zip might make. Instead I settle for rubbing and nuzzling him over the fabric.
The conversation happening above the desk flies completely over my head, with the Prime Minister rattling on about something or other and Lukas managing to provide grunted answers of approval.
“Are you well, Your Majesty?”
“I’m sorry?” he rasps out.
“You seem quite distracted. And your face is rather flushed.”
I take that moment to rub Lukas’s balls, my fist tightening around his cock. He lets out a choked groan before managing to croak out, “I think we should end our meeting here. Thank you, Viktor.”
I hear a chair scraping against the floor and can only assume the Prime Minister is getting to his feet. A moment later he says, “Your Majesty.” And then his footsteps can be heard, growing fainter and fainter.
Once the Prime Minister has gone, Lukas pushes back his chair in a rush, and I have to steady myself on the desk to stop from falling flat on my face. He links his fingers around my bicep and drags me out of my hiding place, prompting me to my feet. Then he pushes me toward the secret door that leads to the hidden bathroom. “Get inside.”
His tone and his expression tell me argument is not an option, so I back my way through the door and he follows straight after. I’m expecting him to start raging at me for embarrassing him in front of the Prime Minister. I’m all set to argue that he was the one who insisted I keep going, but it turns out to be moot. Because he doesn’t scold me. Instead, he grabs me, shoves me against the bathroom wall, and attacks my mouth in a fierce, angry kiss.
Well, I can definitely get on board if this is how he wants to deal with his frustration…
“You drive me insane, kotya,” he growls as his kisses move to my jaw. “All I wanted to do for the past twenty minutes was get that idiot out of my office so I could have you. I don’t even know what he said.”
I chuckle. “Bad king. You’re supposed to pay attention when your ministers talk.”
He pushes my blazer off my shoulders and I let it fall in a heap on the tiled floor, then he tugs up my T-shirt and pulls it over my head, his large hands roaming lovingly over my bare skin. I let out a sigh of approval as he dips his head to take one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue sneaking out to swirl around it.
My hips buck forward of their own accord, clashing against his and I loose a deeper groan as our hard cocks grind together. I clutch at his hard body, but it’s not enough. I need to get under these clothes and feel the heat of his skin.
“You need to stop wearing so many layers,” I growl in frustration as I rip open his vest and remove his tie. He helps me with his shirt and it’s only a few moments before I’m slipping it down his arms and running my hands over the naked skin of his incredible torso.