His hand fell to the side almost immediately and his eyes widened like he couldn’t believe what I had just said. He pulled back only to turn me around, his fingers holding onto my jaw and forcing me to look at him. For a moment, something different went through his gaze, something I didn’t quite understand and even before I could even begin to guess, or melted into a slow, wicked smirk.
“Well,” he grinned. “This is going to be fun.”
My throat bobbed as I stammered, “W…what are you talking about?”
“The king isn’t here right now,” he murmured, almost laughing, as he leaned closer toward me. His hand slid l over my breast and he began to knead it like it belonged to him. My breath caught as his thumb teased my n****e through the fabric. “And now that I’ve had a good look at you… I recogni
