I beam at him and reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from his forehead. His worry is lessening, replaced by desire instead.
"Should I ask Claire to retrieve all my work and transfer here?" I ask. “So I can work with you?”
"Yes, please," he says, kissing the side of my neck, his arms still around my waist.
Then his mouth goes to the top of my chest, all the while kissing. I place my hands on his shoulders as he continues to bury his face on my chest, then on my stomach.
"Oh, Serra..." he whispers as he goes down on me.
And then he kneels before me. He takes a look on my face before he buries his face on my crotch, taking a long sniff through the fabric.
"Gideon…" I whisper. "It's still early."
"I want you now, Serra," he whispers, pulling up my dress, his fingers grabbing my legs.
I hold his chin and make him look at me. "Can we do his after dinner with the Queen? I don't want to look disheveled and flushing in front of her."
"It's good, right? She'll know that we are busy
