His Royal Love-Child by Lucy Monroe

growl as his body went stiff against hers and he released his pleasure inside of her. They remained locked in primal ecstasy for what could have been mere seconds or much longer. Time meant nothing on that plane of existence. Only sensation mattered and it was so overwhelming, her head spun in a dizzy black void.
    Even when the pleasure waned, he did not move and neither did she. She was in too much shock. She couldn’t believe they had made love in her office . Her door didn’t even have a lock, for goodness’ sake. It went against everything he preached about keeping their private association private. The risk of exposure was huge and yet, he had not even hesitated.
    The fact that his need for her was so great made her feel warm deep down inside. That had to mean something.
    “I cannot believe we just did that,” he said mirroring her thoughts.
    “You started it.”
    He laughed against her temple before turning her face up for a tender kiss of soul-stirring proportions. “You provoked me, amante , do not try to deny it. You know I find you irresistible.”
    “I didn’t mean to provoke this .” And she hadn’t. It would never have occurred to her to try to tease him into making love in the office.
    She felt shattered by having fallen into it so completely herself. Was she a complete wanton, that the thought of her office door’s inability to lock hadn’t even entered her mind until afterward? Or depraved even?
    “No doubt,” he mused against her face as he pressed another small kiss to her temple. “You are too innocent to take such an encounter in your stride.”
    “And you are not?” she asked, the sensation of his body still locked to hers suddenly making her feel incredibly vulnerable.
    “I left my rose-colored glasses of innocence behind me long ago, but if you are wondering if sex in the office is a norm for me, let me assure you that it is not.”
    For some reason, that made her feel better than it should. His past shouldn’t matter, but knowing he broke his own rules for her did.
    He pulled out of her, but did not move so she could close her legs. Instead he used tissues from the dispenser on her desk to clean her up and she found that act every bit as intimate as the one they had just performed and a lot more embarrassing.
    “Marcello…”
    “This will make it more comfortable for you.”
    She didn’t know what else to say, so she choked out an uncomfortable, “Thank you.”
    His blue gaze flicked to her face and he shook his head. “How can you blush now, when seconds ago you were receiving me into your body with a passion that could burn the sun?”
    The heat of her blush intensified and she bit her lip. When he continued to look at her inquiringly, she admitted, “When you touch me, you make me forget everything else.”
    He continued to care for her, his attention thorough. “I am touching you now.”
    “It’s not the same.”
    “No, it is not, but my body does not seem to know that.”
    She looked down and realized that his arousal was growing again.
    “You can’t want…not again!”
    “I want. Do not mistake it…but I will not take again. Not here. I should not have kissed you that first time. I cannot believe we did this in your office. It was not my brightest moment.”
    “You make it sound like you regret making love to me.” And while she agreed that their venue had not been as private as she would have liked, that implication still hurt.
    After all, nothing bad had happened.
    “I could never regret the kind of pleasure I find in your body.”
    “Good. Because I don’t regret it, either.”
    He finished what he was doing and finally stepped back so she could bring her legs together.
    He buttoned his shirt and tucked it into his slacks with quick, efficient movements. “You said that the first time we made love. Do you remember?”
    “How could I forget?” she asked as she redid her bra and blouse, impatient to be put back together now that the passion no longer