chapter nineteen

There's something highly erotic about knowing River likes me enough to go down on me and give me an orgasm despite his status. It's like he considers me important enough to throw away his title and use his mouth to make me orgasm.

I'm in my wild thoughts when the queen and the king walk into the dining room together and greet me almost simultaneously.

I smile and bow down before greeting them and resume my position at the table.

River is not here yet but I'm expecting him because he texted me to inform me that his parents had invited my mom and I for dinner.

The invitation was also extended to Max once he let them know that he was around.

My mom and Max seem to be taking their sweet time as well so I'm just sitting at the table while River's parents discuss something amongst themselves.

"Hey?" River says once his guard pulls his chair out for him to take a seat.

"Hi!" I greet him with a warm smile that he returns before facing his mother who is already watching us with what looks like a calculating gaze.

"Sorry we're late your majesties," My mom apologizes with a bow as Max follows her lead and then take a seat opposite River and I.

I smile at Max who looks the most bit intimidated by the presence of every royal in the room. I'm sure even one of the maids could draw out a sweat from him if they set it out to get him.

River's hand finds its way onto my lap as my mom and his parents begin to talk to her and Max, occasionally throwing questions my way as River does his best to stay away from any.

I'm so turned on by the casual way he plays his fingers a little over my inner thigh while holding on to his drink that I almost miss it when my mom asks if I'm to join them at an awarding ceremony River is meant to be the guest of honor.

With a quick nod to confirm I'll attend, I try to pry River's hand off me but he immediately tightens it and gives me a scolding sideways glance before travelling it higher to sit on my inner thigh, his index finger only inches shy of my clit.

With a sharp intake of air, I try my very best to move slightly away from him to accommodate his intimate touch while still keeping him close enough to enjoy the touch and warmth he provides.

It is a shame that I'm the first one to leave the table since I have to make sure River's social media activity remains active for the day.

While I don't run his media accounts, I'm still responsible for checking all the activities that goes on in his accounts, fanpages, public groups and some slimy impersonators that somehow still manage to fool enough people to earn a gathering substantial enough to spread some damaging if not more problematic information.

My biggest headache however is the mainstream media. Up until now I still don't know why I'm always calling media houses to ask them, or rather 'politely' threaten them to take down a piece of article, if not two, for the lack of authenticity when it is their job to make sure their news is as clean and factual as it should be.

I personally think they do it for the reads and clout but with a job like mine, I can't help but find myself hating them more than a mere citizen would.

If I was not so involved with the royals I would be just as naive to believe any news about them from the media.

It doesn't help that The Royals have both enemies from the political and social scene. And what would be more damaging than attacking someone from two fronts?

"Hey, C!" I call to my secretary as I push the door to my office open and walk in.

A blush creeps on my face at the memory of what happened here yesterday with River and I can't help but scold myself for it since I'm acting like a little school girl with a crush.

I just can't help but feel giddy with how things are at a turn with him though. He is sweet, attentive and somehow makes me feel like my old self. It's a little liberating knowing how he is with me despite him being a prince.

I mean what the heck? I'm no damsel but still! how many people get to just kiss and have orgasms with a crowned prince who looks more willing than not to put your pleasure first everytime?

Maybe him being a prince is kind of just sinking in with how floaty I feel.

"I guess there's no much working going on here!" River's voice startles me so much that I jump and let out a scream as my heartbeat picks up. "Sorry!" he apologizes and quickly pulls me to him, soothing my back with his palm in the process.

"I'm fine," I breath out after a moment. "What are you doing here?" I ask as I try to pull away from his arms but he hardly lets me.

"Let's see," He says in a contemplative tone as if he is thinking long and hard, "You're here and I'm a little addicted to you," he continues to mock seriousness before his eyes fall to mine and I immediately fall mine from his intense gaze, "Where else would I be?"

He pulls me to the sofa without a word and sets me on his lap once he sits down.

"Did I tell you you look very good today?" he asks motioning to my balloon fit, highwaisted corduroy jungle green pants and a black bandeau top I found at Zara's last week. Again, best shopping centre ever!

"You could start now," I tell him with a small smile as I try not laugh out at how his eyebrow raises and gives me a challenging look.

"You look amazing," he kisses my forehead and then leans his against my chest making me stiffen immediately. "Let's spend the day together." he hums just above my breasts and I do everything to fight the moan that wants to escape me.

Despite how much I want it, I really have to make sure his socials are clean and very much active. Not to mention I'd feel really awful if I left all the work for Clara to finish while I was with him.

"I'd love to, but I have a lot of work today."

"But-"

"C'mon, you know how it always is before an event right?"I pout just for emphasies when he raises his eyes to mine. "Rain check?"

"We're leaving the party together and you're sleeping at mine afterwards."

"Your room?" I ask in a shaky voice. If one of the guards saw us, or even a maid or any other random worker, this wouldn't be secret anymore.

The only way he gets away with coming at my place is because it's not as heavily guarded as the main castle so there's almost little to no prying eyes at night.

"My place. I've decided to spend a day or two over there since the renovations are done."

"But-"

"C'mon, you know how I get when I want to spend time with you!"

With a less heated glare, I push him off my chest and straddle him, playing my hands on his chest as he relaxes his back against the couch.

His hands go to gather my ass in them as his eyes turn darker and cloudy.

"On one condition." I tell him while watching him intensely and he nods without even a thought to it. Damn it! I told you I was giddy with all the control I have on him. "I get to call the shots."

With a smirk playing on his lips he nods and pulls my head down to him but I'm quick to dodge him with a smile and a gentle push to his chest.

"Starting now." River makes a show of pouting but he nods and relents his firm hold on my neck. "close your eyes."

"Okay, boss." he says with a chuckle but I can tell he is turned on from how breathy it comes out.

When I lean down to take his lips in mine, I'm rewarded by a very erotically satisfying moan that makes me moan as well.

I grind my hips against him and silently curse myself for wearing such heavy pants even after what happened yesterday.

A groan comes out of him when I bite down and softly graze his bottom lip as he immediately gives me access and holds me by the back of my neck, his other hand guiding my hips on how to move.

"Stop." He breathes out and I immediately stiffen. "I'm sorry but we have to." he says with a kiss to my forehead and I lean back, breathing and panting as I try to regain my baring.

"Why do we always have to stop when you say so?" I ask and try to pull away from him but he doesn't let me.

"Because I dont want your colleagues talking about how I had a wet patch on my trousers when I left your office. They're going to say things about you."

"And you don't care that I-"

"I really do care but yesterday I wanted to make you feel good, I still want to but I want these things to be private between us for your sake. You're not used to the media like I am. Trust me, if it was someone wh-"

"Someone like Sophie." I mutter bitterly and take the opportunity when he lets go of me by surprise to slip away from him.

"I- what? Lily, c'mon!" he tries to plead and I sigh.

My lord, I'm so stupid! How could I say something like that?

"I'm sorry." I tell him, eyes unable to meet his gaze.

"No need to be," he says and walks towards me, lifting my head by the chin when he gets to me, "Do you feel like I'm holding out on you?"

"Not really," I whisper and try to move my head away from his grasp but he doesn't let me. "I jus-" I run my tongue over my lips and sigh. "It was uncalled for and I really shouldn't have said that. It was way out of line."

"I'm holding out on making a scandal out of this, not on you Lily. I want you so badly but we can't risk being in public like this. Not when everyone is trying to tear my image down due to the upcoming parliamentary elections. Look, we can always meet up at your place or mine at any time of the day. If you really want us to be somewhere alone I have no problem, call me and I'll meet you there, okay?"

I'm not fully over my insecure moment but I nod and give a small, barely there smile when he looks down at me expectantly.

Would he find it weird if I asked him if this is the right thing to do given our past?

"I have some few things to work on before the end of the day, call you later?" I try to dismiss him subtly but by how he groans and a look hurt passes across his eyes I guess I'm not subtle enough.

I feel really bad for pushing him away but I have an ugly side and it's almost destroying every good thing I've had with him since recently so I have to make sure he doesn't see it.

"I want this," he says quietly, almost as if he doesn't know how to convince me, "Lily-" he begs and I all but break at how small and fragile his voice gets. "I prom-"

"I want this too," I reassure him, my eyes trying their level best to remain on his, "I'm just having a moment. It'll go away, I promise."

"I'll pick you up at three, is that enough time for you?"

"More than enough." I tell him.

He leans down and gives me a lingering peck on my lips before hugging me tight to him. "I'm sorry." He says before pecking my temple and moving away from me.

"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said that."

"See you at three. " he says and walks out before either one of us can say anything else.

Doesn't this feel all too familiar? The thought hits me with a depressive sigh.