I didn’t clean my face. I recognize this is probably gross, but something inside him decided he should say it. I decided to find out if it was just for show for the king or if it was something he really wanted.
Joseph groans when he walks into the room and sees me. “You didn’t clean it off.”
“Nope,” I say, making the p pop. “What if the king had come to speak with me?”
He smirks. “Or… you like it.”
I smirk right back at him. “I think you like it, and I want you to be happy.”
“I could mess you up a bit more,” he says, sliding his finger into the neck of my dress and pushing it into my cleavage.
“Later,” I tell him. “I need to eat.”
Joseph chuckles and helps me stand and move to the small table in our room. “Why do we always eat in here?”
“Well, today, you have c*m dried all ov
