Traitor

Julien came back a few minutes later, as promised. "The Lobster Bisque is on its way." Then he raised an eyebrow. "Anything else, My Queen?"

"Umm... I rather like the sound of that," Lacey teased.

"My Queen...." He kissed her lips. "My Queen...." His voice was low, sexy, sending a thrill throughout her whole body straight to her sex. "My Queen," he whispered, his hands gently caressing her face. Then his lips descended upon hers, gently at first, but then with a fierceness unmatched by man.

Lacey laughed against his lips.

He pulled back abruptly. "What's so funny?" One corner of his lips curled into a sexy smile. "I was trying to be sexy."

"And you were succeeding," Lacey replied. "In fact, you're sexy without even trying. I just can't believe you're waiting until now, when I’m in the infirmary, to do this."

Julien smirked, looking smug, enjoying the effect he was having on her a bit too much. "Sleep."