Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 3

I frowned. Wait what did she just say?  “You know about his daily rendezvous?” I asked surprised.

“How can I not know? He’s not very sly to be honest, well of course when it comes to me.  From other people, maybe, but not from grandmother.”

“Are you talking about me, grandmother?” A deep voice said from the door.  We both turned our heads to look at the very frustrating yet handsome prince.

“Good morning, sir did you sleep well?” I asked taking a stand.

He smirked.  “Yes I did, I wanted to actually talk to you about something Jennifer, if you don’t mind of course,” he said. 

I looked at the queen and she nodded.  With a sigh, I let him lead me out and into another room.  This room looked extremely different than the sitting room I had just accompanied the queen into.  This room was painted a blood red color and paintings lining the wall, pictures of different queens and kings.

After my analysis of the room, I turned back to Connor with a blank look on my face. He smiled and moved closer towards me, but I took a step back.

“I had a dream about you,” he admitted and took another step towards me.

Rolling my eyes I continue to move backwards until my back was against the wall. He pressed up against my body.

“Prince Middleton—“

“There’s that name again. I prefer Connor.” He moved his face towards mine until our lips were merely inches apart.

“Fine Connor, do you want us to become the spectacle of the entire country.  Is that what you want? I have the perfect solution to this problem but you refuse to keep your hand off of me.  We can’t do this anymore.”

“Jenny, stop.”

“No, I won’t.”

Stop!” He roughly pressed his lips against mine.  For a moment, I stood there refusing to respond to this.  To cooperate with this, but eventually I gave into the temptation. I let his lips lead me into an inevitable darkness, but the darkness was so sweet, spell bounding and vibrant that it was nearly impossible to resist. I fell into his arms extremely willing. He pressed himself closer to me, making it completely impossible to move.  His lips vigorously attacking mine in the most delicious way possible. 

I felt his hands move to my bottom and firmly grip it, lifting me off the ground only to feel his apparent erection.   I gasped surprised, and he took that as an opportunity to begin trailing soft, delicate kisses down my neck.  Groaning, I let my hands run through his hair fingering his gentle tresses. 

I was lost, I could barely think and it was all because of him.  He did this to me.  A person I had known for less than two months, yet he evoked such sexually powerful emotions.  I yanked his hair, causing his head to jerk back.

“Stop, this is wrong,” I breathe halfheartedly.

He halted briefly, a smirk appearing on his face.  “Jennifer, the more you prolong it—“

“The what? The easier our working together will be?” I questioned cocking a brow in inquiry. With a sigh he allowed me to slowly run down his body.  I let out an involuntary shiver as I placed on my feet, we were so close, and I could still feel his clear erection. “We need to talk about some stuff.”

He backed away, finally giving me some much needed room to breathe. “I know I say this a lot and I really mean it.  We’ve been through this at least, what? Five times at the most and each time you find a new way to make me submit to you. I don’t know why I do but I do.”