Lila turned her head away.
“No good morning kiss?”
“Champagne after a few hours of sleep.” It seemed an awful lot of bother to leave a warm bed just to brush her teeth and kiss the senator goodbye.
La Roux ignored her protests and conquered her mouth, pressing his chest against her bare breasts. The contact brought the night back to her, and seconds later, she pulled him closer with a happy moan, wondering if she might tempt him once again.
Certainly, his straining cock begged her to try.
Her hands wandered south and stroked it. It took only seconds for La Roux to give up and peel out of his breeches. His stubble raked at her neck as she curled her legs around his waist. His fingers traced between her legs.
“Gods, you’re already wet.” He laughed, his tongue sliding over hers as his cock entered her, thrusting slowly as he sucked on her lips. “I could get used to this.”
Lila grabbed at her headboard, a headboard that had not been broken overnight.
Her body answered his strokes anyway, and the orgasm built.
Back arching, toes curling, her mouth opened as he pumped. He watched her like a cat as she finished, then moaned toward his own conclusion.
“You didn’t yell for your lover this time,” he said, kissing her forehead, his stubble tickling her skin. “Perhaps I have earned my own place in your esteem.”
“Perhaps,” she said, a bit sad that she had not called out.
La Roux’s head flopped between her breasts, and he let out a sigh of frustration, his auburn hair tickling her chin. “I should have finished my work earlier. I promise I won’t ever leave my work so late again.” He stood reluctantly, fishing his clothes from the pile on the floor before stepping into his breeches.
Lila crawled atop her blankets in a sleepy, naked pile, studying La Roux’s every muscle and ridge as he bent and searched. “I’m not some fifth or sixth heir with nothing better to do than pine for a man’s touch, senator. I have an office to clear out and another to get in order.”
“That’s right,” he said, finding his shirt. “I’d nearly forgotten that you’ll have a brand-new office in the move. A much bigger one, I suspect. That should be fun, shouldn’t it?”
“An office is an office. I didn’t expect you to remember.”
“You should expect more from your suitors, Chief Randolph. I must admit that I like the idea of you as prime. The Randolphs are one of the most conscientious highborn families in Saxony. I believe you’ll continue the trend. You might not want to be prime
, but I suspect it will be good for your family and for Saxony.”
Lila chuckled.
“What?”
“It’s as if you’re trying to talk me into it.”
“I didn’t know you needed to be. I’m not trying to talk you into anything, though. There’s a difference between talking someone into something and being supportive of her decision and taking an interest. I’m guessing your former lover wasn’t—”
“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. It seems unfair.”
“All right.”
“You’re not even supposed to know about me becoming prime.”
La Roux winked. “I’ll keep your secret, madam, as long you promise to keep your bed warm for me.” He wandered around the room, his shirt and breeches open, snatching up his cravat. “Are you going to do that today, then? Move offices?”
“I suspect it will take me longer than one day, but I’ll at least start sorting out my office.” She finally slipped out of bed, plucking a silk crimson robe from her bathroom door. Slipping it around her body, she left it open and untied. Her breasts exposed, she leaned back against the window, eyeing him from head to toe as he finished dressing.
The senator narrowed his eyes. “You are a horrible tease, Chief Randolph.”
“Call me Lila. And I’m not teasing you, and you know it.”
La Roux licked his lips. “No, you aren’t, Lila. You’re just making it exceedingly difficult for me to leave.”