Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“No,” he whispered.
“Like I said, we’ll be discreet in public. No one will have a right to judge you or say a bad word about you. What happens in private will be none of their business.” West finished by planting the softest, sweetest kiss on Jin’s lips.
He hummed and sank into West’s embrace. Yes, he liked this plan very much. This was an excellent idea.
West released his chin and slid his hand along the side of his face to cup the back of his head, pulling him tighter against his body. “And I can stay as long as you want me to. There’s no need to hit me with such evil weapons. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jin shook with silent laughter as he pressed his nose into the warmth of West’s throat. A hint of cigarette smoke mixed with faded spicy cologne and tangy flesh to make something that was deliciously Westin St. James.
“Also, I’m not sleeping in the next room. If I’m going to stay in the palace and protect you, I’m sleeping in your room.”
“Of course,” Jin agreed.
“On the floor.”
Jin jerked his head up and narrowed his eyes on the man, who was already staring at him through narrowed eyes. “You can’t possibly sleep on the floor. You’ll sleep in the bed. It’s more than big enough for the both of us.”
“Dianxia,” West growled in what Jin was sure was his best warning voice.
“Westin,” he replied in his very best imperial voice.
The man was going to sleep in his bed.
11
WESTIN ST. JAMES
An alarm was ringing in his ear.
Westin frowned and shifted his legs against the soft sheets. His alarm didn’t sound like that. He was blinking tired eyes open when the right side of the bed shifted and a long, pale arm reached across his chest to tap the phone on the nightstand, shutting off the alarm.
But even after the alarm fell silent, the arm didn’t retreat. No, a bare chest joined the arm while a face pressed into his throat. The silken slide of long hair fell across his skin.
Yes, he was in bed with the crown prince of Gaoxing.
He’d lost that fight.
He wasn’t proud of himself since he hadn’t fought as hard as he should have.
But the man had threatened to sleep on the floor next to him. Had even started pulling blankets from the bed. And if he’d learned anything, Jin was stubborn enough to follow through with exactly what he’d said.
It was obvious the prince needed his sleep. He couldn’t lie on the cold floor all night and then rule an entire country with a functioning brain.
Besides, West was still wearing clothes. Sort of. He had on a T-shirt and a pair of borrowed shorts that Jin wore for workouts. It didn’t help that Jin preferred to sleep in only his briefs and piles of blankets.
West resorted to putting a pillow between them as they slept, warning Jin to stay on his side of the bed. No funny business. His priority was supposed to be keeping Jin safe, not sinking his dick into that hot, willing body.
But the pillow between them had miraculously disappeared in the night and his T-shirt had gotten rucked up in his sleep, so now he could feel the delicious rub of Jin’s skin against his own.
All those very sensible reasons for keeping his hands to himself and being responsible could not be located this morning, as Jin kissed his way up West’s neck. He turned his head and captured that wicked mouth in a deep kiss that had Jin making these wonderful, needy noises and inching even closer.
With one hand tangled up in all that amazing hair as he grabbed the back of Jin’s head, he slipped his other arm around the man, pulling him up on top of him. There was no missing the brush of Jin’s rock-hard dick straining the front of his briefs.
Jin climbed higher and tossed his head on a loud moan as their cocks aligned, rubbing together through layers of thin material. West’s hand clamped on to one taut ass cheek and squeezed as Jin rocked them, his hands braced on either side of West’s head. Any thoughts of going slow, casually exploring this mutual attraction were tossed out the window. This was only going to end with them both coming so fucking hard.
Part of West wanted to slow this down. He wanted to flip Jin onto his back and see all of his glorious body on the dark sheets as he worshiped him by kissing every inch of him. Last night, he’d stepped into the bathroom as Jin got undressed and under the covers, trying to give him some privacy and hold on to the shreds of his sanity.
Even though they were half-hidden under the blankets, he could feel incredible muscle and soft skin rubbing along his own.