The Royals Upstairs Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
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It feels like heaven.

“You are?” I whisper, afraid that maybe I heard him wrong.

He grins at me, that crooked, cocky smile that makes my knees weak. “Yeah. I am. I am fatally, fantastically, and stupidly in love with you, Laila. The ‘stupidly’ part has taken over a lot lately and for that I am sorry.”

I laugh. It’s my loud laugh, and it bounces off the ship and around the walls of the museum, and it just makes him laugh in return, the sweetest sound.

But then my laugh is swallowed up by his lips pressing against mine, pulling me into a kind of kiss that just cements his words, makes me feel them with the gentle slide of his tongue, the way he’s cradling my face, possessive and sure.

He pulls away an inch, presses his forehead against mine.

“I understand if you need more time. If you stopped loving me and I have to earn it back. I have more groveling to do. I have a whole plan.”

“Shhh,” I say, pressing my finger against his lips. “I mean, I won’t say no to more groveling if it leads to nights like this. But I still love you, you know. That didn’t change. I couldn’t stop loving if I tried.”

He gives me a sheepish smile. “And did you try?”

“You bet I did,” I say. Then I give him a quick kiss. “Turns out, you’re impossible to unlove, James Hunter.”

“Well, thank god for that,” he says with a grin before burying his nose in my neck and placing his lips there.

“Now,” he says, his mouth moving against my skin, “we have some time before the first course. I had arranged for there to be an appetizer but, well…perhaps I’d rather eat you instead.”

My brows rise, heat flushing through my body. I’m giddy, joyful, and in seconds, impossibly turned on. I haven’t been with James since the night everything went to shit, and even though I have done my best to keep him out of my heart, out of my head, my body has been calling to him.

“I don’t mind being on the menu,” I tell him, and he pulls back to flash me his wonderfully wicked grin, the one that gets me weak at the knees. He looks over at the table and the waiters, then grabs my hand and leads me into the depths of the museum.

Here, after hours, when the place is mostly dark, empty, and totally silent, save for some sounds coming from behind closed doors, where I assume the kitchen is, it feels like another world. It’s hard to believe it’s the same crowded and chaotic place I took the boys.

And it’s even harder to believe that I’m here with James, that he’s leading me into the polar area dressed in a tuxedo.

He brings me over to the ice caves and ushers me inside and out of view of the waiters, and then quickly presses me up against the wall.

“Ever had sex in an ice cave before?” he asks in a husky voice as he hikes my dress up to my waist, biting and licking my shoulders, my neck.

I giggle. “No. First time for me. You?”

“Also an ice cave virgin,” he says, pulling down my underwear until it’s gathered at my feet. “So hopefully you’ll take it easy on me. Keep in mind, I won’t be taking it easy on you.”

And at that he drops down to his knees.

Oh my god.

He grabs my thighs with his big strong hands and parts them, burying his face to where I’m already wet with anticipation over actually having the real thing and not just a fantasy I’ve pulled out my vibrator for. He sucks and licks his way up the inside of my leg until he reaches my pussy, and then he plunges his tongue inside me, pushing it in as deep as he can, moving it around, tasting, eating me, and then I lean my head back against the wall and close my eyes, running my hands through his thick hair, and whimper.

I am completely helpless against him.

“James,” I moan. “Oh my god.”

“Mmm,” he says, licking and swirling his tongue around my clit.

I tilt my head back a little more and close my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hot mouth on me, the way he so completely and thoroughly devours me. He’s been just as starved for me as I have been for him. I move my hands to his shoulders and squeeze them tightly as the pressure builds inside my core, and a few moments later he reaches up with his hands and grabs my ass, squeezing it in kind.

“I love that you’re in a tux,” I tell him through a breathy moan. “Feels like I’m being eaten out by James Bond.”

He chuckles against me, the vibrations starting to uncoil the hot cord inside me, and he pulls my hips against his mouth so that his face is even deeper in my pussy. His tongue lashes against my clit and then darts down to the very bottom of my slit, sucking the tender skin between his lips, and my whole body jerks and I can’t stop myself as I come.


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