“Lilly . . .” he says in that bedroom tone of his.
“Yes?” I ask innocently.
His eyes flash to Lara, who’s still chuckling behind me, and then back to me.
“Do you like it? Can you tell it’s a mini replica? I made the nipple extra hard for your liking.”
Lara laughs out loud now, and I can see Keller waver between loving it and wanting to reprimand me.
“Can I speak to you privately?” he asks.
“Uh-oh,” I say to Lara. “Looks like I might be in trouble.”
“Lilly,” Keller snaps as he motions to the entryway. Still smiling, I fall in line behind him, and when I reach the circular room, he moves in on me, trapping me against the wall.
He holds the boob in front of me and asks, “What’s the meaning of this?”
“Well, Keller, dear, you see, it’s a boob. And that boob is supposed to be placed in your pocket, so whenever you think of me, you can caress it, you know, since we won’t be able to be all ooey-gooey, lovey-dovey at Strombly and in public.”
“You shouldn’t be carving boobs. You’re the future queen. Where’s your decorum?”
“Waiting for me at Strombly.” I smile at him and then move my hands under his shirt, feeling his rippling abs beneath my fingers. “Tell me you love it, because I know you do.”
He lets out a heavy sigh and then says, “I fucking love it.”
“Ooo, I knew you would.” Now calling out so Lara can hear me, I say, “He loves it, Lara, he’s just trying to act all tough.”
He pinches his brow with one hand and asks, “Why are you like this?”
“You love that I’m like this, admit it.” I bring my hands to his pecs, and they twitch under my touch.
“I do.” His eyes meet mine. “I really fucking do.”
“God,” I breathe heavily. “I’m going to suck your cock so hard tonight.”
His eyes turn dark as he lowers his head so it’s closer to mine. “Watch it. You can’t be saying those things, not anymore.”
“I can and I will, but I’ll whisper them to you instead. Despite my role moving forward, I want you to know that I’ll always and forever want your cock in my mouth.” I smile brightly, causing him to shake his head and laugh.
“You’ve got to be the dirtiest future queen ever.”
“I’ll wear the title proudly.”
He leans in closer and cups my cheek. “How are you doing? I’m sorry I’ve been busy all day.” His thumb drags just under my eye.
“I’m doing great. Made my man a boob, finished my fish, and I have some other things that I’ve worked hard on to show you.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he says, quietly enough for me to realize the praise speaks from the sacred place we share. Then he leans forward and moves his mouth over mine in a desperate kiss. I match his desperation and slip my tongue past his lips, causing him to groan and pull away. “Tonight,” he whispers. “Okay?”
I nod and then release him, only to take his hand in mine. “Come on, I want to show you my moves.”
One eyebrow quirks in question, and then he asks, “What kind of moves?”
“Some special ones. Come on.”
I lead him back into the living room, and out of the corner of my eye, I catch him pocketing the boob, just where I wanted it.
“Lara, we’re ready.”
“Oh, great. Help me move this table.”
I go to move the coffee table with Lara, but Keller steps in quickly and takes care of it.
“I can lift things, you know?” I say to him.
“Not when I’m around,” he answers back.
Speaking to Lara, I say, “You know, I could be quite annoyed with that answer, but unfortunately for all feminists, I find it incredibly hot.”
“Nothing wrong with a man picking up a table for you.” She winks. “Brimar would have done the same.”
“Where is Brimar?” I ask.
“Packing up, working on some security details with the palace. He’ll be making dinner shortly.”
“Oh, cool.” I move to the center of the room and say, “Keller, come attack me.”
“Excuse me?” he asks.
“You heard me.” I motion with my arm. “Come try to get me.”
“Why?” he asks.
“I told you, I have moves. I have a few to show you here and one to show you in the car.”
“The car?” he asks and then looks at Lara. “What the hell did you teach her?”