Whose Bed Have Your Claws Been Under: Chapter 20

I licked up every drop of her essence, savoring the taste, before easing back to look up at her. “I’m going to do that every day for the rest of my life.”

Her laugh jerked out, giddy. “I’m totally spent. I don’t believe I’ll be able to walk if you do that again.”

“I’ll carry you everywhere.”

“That’ll look cute.”

“They’ll know you’re well-loved and feel jealous.”

She grinned. Sitting up, she stroked my face. “You’re one wonderful surprise after another.”

A silly, wild feeling filled me. I wanted to give it free rein. “Time to drag you to—”

Someone knocked on the door.

“Excuse me,” a female voice called out. “Princess? Are you in there?”

“Yes,” Paige said, her words bubbling with laughter. She slipped into the water but continued to climb out, wrapping the robe around her delectable body, sadly covering it up. She crept over to the door and cracked it open.

I slunk low in the tub. There was no reason I needed to hide, but I cared about her reputation. I wouldn’t reveal we were together unless it was her choice.

“Oh, Princess,” the woman gushed. I swore I could see her dipping into a low curtsy. “The others asked me to let you know that they’re going to light off fireworks out front. They’d love for you to join them. You and the gentleman, Darrow, though I haven’t been able to locate him.”

“Ah,” Paige said. “I believe he took a walk. I’ll text him and let him know what’s happening.”

“Yes, please do, Your Highness. Lady Monica is quite excited.”

Paige shut the door and turned, looking my way. “So, do you want to go watch fireworks or create our own here?”