“Look at you.” He licked the slope of my neck. “Perfect.” His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs circling the tips as his lips closed around my earlobe. “Irresistible.”

I moaned, long and deep, and clenched my thighs around his hips.

“Christ, you’re addictive.” His mouth covered mine.

We kissed like it was our first time—rabid, reckless, and messy. Like we would never have another chance. I sucked on his tongue, and his arms locked around me, holding me as if I might be ripped away.

His affection made me greedy, desperate for release. With his long, hard cock positioned beneath me, I used it like a toy, rotating my pelvis and rubbing my clit along the steely length.

“Don’t stop.” The muscles in his thighs contracted as he punched his hips, his arms tightening, dragging me against him, closer, harder, faster. “Fucking come all over me.”

I saw nirvana, felt the shimmering steam, and surrendered to an explosion of heavenly sensation.

“Magnus…” My spine bowed in the cage of his arms, my pulse erratic and skin ablaze with tingling flames.

Jesus, it crept up on me so fast it was almost embarrassing. Aftershocks crackled through me. My legs lost all strength. I couldn’t feel my face, and the world had stopped moving.

Or maybe it was just the car.

“We’re here.” The driver stepped out and shut the door.

“Great timing, your highness.” Magnus set me on the seat and straightened my gown, his voice hoarse. “You’ve left me with a raging ache in my balls and a hard-on that will surely clear out the lobby.”

Not to mention the glaring wet spot on the front of his pants.

“Let’s go make a memorable entrance.” I traced a finger along his stiff bulge. “Then I’ll help you with that ache.”

He leaned in and kissed me languidly. “You seem hellbent on torturing me.”

“Says the sadist who gets off on my tears.”

“Touché.”

He clasped my hand and led me into the lobby.

If his appearance didn’t draw attention, the entourage of bodyguards certainly did. Everyone stared as we marched toward the elevator.

A peek at his groin confirmed he still stood at full mast. It didn’t impede his powerful, long-legged gait, but damn, it couldn’t be comfortable.

“Eyes forward, Mrs. Falke.” A gravelly sound strangled his voice.

I bit down on my smile.

We didn’t stop or exchange another word until we reached the penthouse.

Our luggage arrived with us. Armed men filled the luxurious space, and I was beginning to think my plans for his cock would be eclipsed by more pressing issues.

Until he followed me into the private bedroom and paused on the threshold.

“Unless it’s an emergency,” he announced to the main room, “do not disturb us.”

He shut the door and locked us inside the master suite.

Thud, thud, thud went my heart. Oh God, it was so on.