I spun her away from the railing. Now, I didn’t want anyone to see her. Only me.
I landed in one of the chairs and yanked her back onto my lap, my cock lodged deep inside her. Her back arched and she climaxed, which triggered my own.
With her pussy squeezing my cock I pounded inside her. I turned her head to the side and kissed her. I groaned as pleasure tore through my body.
Her moans turned to heavy breathing. We sat there, both panting.
I tugged her face against my neck and held her. She nuzzled against me, and I ran my hand up her thigh, gently caressing her, wanting the contact with her skin.
I frowned. I wasn’t normally a cuddler. But I didn’t let her go. Instead, I pressed kisses to the side of head, her cheek, her jaw. I reached for her hand, my fingers brushing over her bracelet, touching the pretty multi-colored stones.
Then I felt her stiffen. “Oh, God.” A near-soundless whisper.
I frowned. “Fairy queen?”
“I don’t do this.” Her chest hitched. “I don’t throw caution to the wind, or take risks, or… Ineverdo this.”
I caught her chin and made her look at me. Suddenly, I felt the urge to rip that damn mask away. “I don’t either. It’s okay.”
Her cheeks were impossibly pale.
“We didn’t do anything wrong. We’re both adults. What we did felt very right.”
Her gaze ran over my face. “I really don’t make a habit of having hot sex with handsome strangers in the middle of a ball.”
I smiled. “Hot sex?”
She whacked my shoulder. “You know it was.”
“You think I’m handsome?”
“I don’t think I need to stroke your ego any more than I already have.” She shifted and pushed off my lap.
As my cock slid free, we both moaned.
“Oh God,” she whispered again. She smoothed her skirts down, looking a little unsteady. “I…” She looked like she didn’t know what to say.
“Hey, it’s okay.”
She licked those pretty red lips. “It was amazing.”
I smiled. “I fucking agree.”
“I don’t do this.”
“You mentioned that. I?—”
Then she spun and ran.
Dammit. I shot to my feet, but my cock was out, and I still needed to deal with the condom. By the time I’d found a tissue and zipped up, my fairy queen was long gone. I strode down the stairs, scanning the room.
There was no sign of her.
Dammit to hell. A muscle in my jaw ticked. I hadn’t been done with her. Not by a long shot. My fairy queen had pulled a Cinderella and run from the ball without telling me her name.
My hand slipped into my pocket and clenched on the lace I’d stolen from her.
The only proof I had that she was real.
