Michelle Celmer - Royal Seductions - Secrets - The Duke's Boardroom Affair

“My goodness,” she said, gazing down at him with a marginally stunned expression. “We’ve certainly been blessed, haven’t we?”

Though he hadn’t considered it until just then, she was awfully petite. What if she was that small everywhere?

“Too much for you?” he asked.

“Let’s hope not.” She took a deep breath and blew it out. “Condom?”

“In my wallet, in my jacket.” Which was in the other room.

“Right back,” she said, hopping up from the bed and darting from the room. A bundle of sexual energy. She was back in seconds, long before he had time to talk any sense into himself.

Who was he kidding? They were already well past the point of no return. Besides, she didn’t appear to be having any second thoughts.

He sat up and she tossed him his wallet. He fished a condom out, then, realizing one probably wasn’t going to cut it—he hoped—he grabbed one more.

“You’re sure those will fit?” she asked, but he could see that she was teasing.

“They’re extra large,” he assured her, setting his wallet and both condoms on the bedside table.

Victoria stood beside the bed, gazing at him with hungry eyes. She unhooked the front clasp on her bra and peeled it off, revealing breasts that couldn’t have been more amazing. Not very big, but in perfect proportion to the rest of her. High and firm. The perfect mouthful. And he couldn’t wait to get a taste.

She walked to the bed, easing her thong down and kicking it into the pile with the rest of her clothes. He decided, now that he’d seen the whole package, she really was perfect.

And just for tonight, she was all his.

Though he usually liked to be the one in charge, he didn’t protest when she pushed him down onto his back and climbed on him, straddling his thighs, her stockings soft and slippery against his skin. What he really wanted was to feel them wrapped around his shoulders, but she had something entirely different in mind. She grabbed one of the condoms and had it out of the package and rolled into place in the span of one raspy breath.

It was a surreal feeling, lying there beneath her, and the fact that she had seduced him and not the other way around. She was unlike any woman he had been with before. Most tried too hard to impress him, to be what they thought he wanted. For Victoria, it just seemed to come naturally. She leaned down and kissed him, teasing at first. Just a brush of her lips, and a brief sweep of her tongue. She tasted like wine and desire. And when she touched him, raked her nails lightly down his chest, he shivered. She seemed to know instinctively what to do to drive him nuts.

They kissed and touched, teased each other until he did not think he could take much more. Victoria must have been thinking the same thing.

She locked her eyes on his, lowered herself over him and took him inside her. Tentatively at first. She was so slick and hot, so small and tight, he almost lost it on that first slow, downward slide. Then she stopped, and for an instant he was afraid he really might be too much for her, too big. But her expression said he was anything but. It said that she could handle anything he could dish out, and then some. It said that she wanted this just as much as he did.

She rose up, slowly, until only the very tip remained inside of her. She hovered there for several seconds, torturing him, then, with her eyes still trained on his, sank back down, her body closing like a fist around him. He groaned, teetering on the edge of an explosion. In his life he’d never seen or felt anything more erotic. And if she did that one more time, he was going to lose it.

He rolled her over onto her back and plunged into her. She arched up against him, gasping, her eyes widening with shock because he was so deep.

He nearly stopped, to ask her if she was okay, but she was clawing at his back, hooking her legs around his hips, urging him closer, and that said everything he needed to know. He may have been bigger than her, but they fit together just fine. He stopped worrying about hurting her. All he could think about was the way it felt. The way she felt. And every thrust brought him that much closer to the edge.

The last coherent thought he had was that this was too good, too perfect, then Victoria shuddered and cried out, her body tensing around him, and he couldn’t think at all as she coaxed him into oblivion with her.

Victoria lay in bed beside Charles, watching him sleep. Typical man. Have sex three or four times then go out like a light.

He looked so peaceful. So…satisfied. A feeling she definitely shared.

In her experience, first times always tended to be a little awkward or uncomfortable. But there was nothing awkward about the way Charles had touched her. She’d once believed that just because a man looked like he would be good in the sack didn’t necessarily mean he would be, but Charles had completely blown that theory to smithereens as well.

In fact, he was so ridiculously wonderful, so skilled with his hands and his mouth and every other part of his body, it should have given her pause. He’d obviously had a lot of practice. Yet when he looked at her and touched her, it was as though there had never been anyone else.

It was almost enough to make her go mushy-brained. And she probably would have if she weren’t so firmly rooted in reality.

At least now she knew what all the fuss was about.

For a minute there, when he’d first taken off his pants, she honestly thought the size difference might be an issue, but in the end the tight fit and the wonderful friction it created had been the best part. Remarkable size wasn’t worth much if a man didn’t know how to use it.

And, oh, he did.

The second best part was the knowledge that she was doing something totally wrong for her. Wrong on so many levels. She’d always been the obedient daughter, doing as she was told. She never imagined that a simple thing like being bad could feel so good.

But it’s just sex, she reminded herself, lest she get carried away and start having actual feelings for him.

She was sure that things would be clearer in the morning, at which point she would realize what she’d really done and feel overwhelming regret. Especially when she got to the office. Wouldn’t that be awkward? But until then she was going to enjoy it.

She curled up against him under the covers, soaking up his warmth. He sighed in his sleep and wrapped an arm around her.

Nice. Very nice.

She closed her eyes, felt herself drifting off. When she opened her eyes again, the morning sunlight was peeking through the blinds, and Charles was already gone.

Sleeping with Charles had been a really bad idea.

Victoria stood in the elevator at work as it climbed, dreading the moment it reached her floor. The hollow ting as the doors slid open plucked every one of her frayed nerves.

He hadn’t even had the decency to wake her before he left. He’d just skulked away in the middle of the night. Probably the way he did with all the women he slept with.

Did you really think you were any different?

She had gone from feeling sexy and desirable, feeling bad, to feeling…cheap.

He could have at least said goodbye before he left. Maybe given her one last kiss.

You are not going to let this bother you, she told herself as she exited the elevator and walked to her office. Penelope, who typically ignored her, lifted her head as she passed and actually looked at her. Not a nasty look. Just sort of…blank.

She knows. She knows what Charles and I did.

That was ridiculous. It was just a coincidence that she chose today to acknowledge Victoria. After all, she doubted Charles confided in his secretary about his sex life. And how else would she possibly know?