Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,70
now, you are absolutely perfect.”
I reached down to find him even harder than ever. That’s the thing about boys my age. They need next to nothing to get started again. Prime, ever-ready studs, and I had two at my disposal plus a third who was saving himself but was eager to fool around.
Orlando reached down to his blazer jacket, fumbled around its pockets and pulled out a condom. “Want to do the honors?”
“With these hands?” I raised my arms, letting him see my trembling fingers.
“Allow me.”
Closing my eyes, I exhaled a long breath and let myself melt into the limousine’s leather seat. I knew it would be good between us, but I hadn’t expected him to be so intense. While Orlando kissed and caressed my nipples, I could feel him unrolling the condom over his dick and rising off the seat. With a happy sigh, I let my legs flop open as he positioned himself into place.
“Lilah,” he murmured. “Are you awake?”
I cracked open an eye. “You know that relaxed feeling you get after a massage?”
“Oh yes?” he said with a laugh.
“I want you to massage me from the inside-out.”
“How do you like it?”
“A nice and slow buildup. When I catch my breath, we’ll swap places, and I’ll give you that hard ride.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Orlando made love to me twice in the back of the limo while the driver took us around the back roads of Templar. We had to put our clothes back on for our evening of debauchery, but Orlando promised me that it would be room service all the way until morning.
Just as we were pulling into a Tudor-style country hotel on the outskirts of the village, both our phones buzzed.
My message was from Maxwell:
The staff are meeting tonight. Something huge is about to happen in the dining room.
Next, Maeve texted:
Ambush at dinner. Where the hell are you?
I glanced up at Orlando, meeting his confused frown. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“Ken says they’re airing Myra Highmore’s first public interview.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “You should be at the academy in case you need to consult Mr. Burgh.”
My gaze darted through the tinted window, to the hotel’s welcoming lobby. It was probably just like the Gravetye Manor Hotel, where Kendrick and I had stayed the night before we flew back from Gatwick.
Orlando squeezed my hand. “If you want to spend the night here—”
“You’re right,” I said with a sigh. “This was a brilliant idea, and for the last few hours, I forgot about the Liddells.”
His brows rose. “You barely even knew your name.”
I tilted my head to the side and smirked. “Talk about getting a big head.”
Orlando knocked on the limousine’s divider and asked the driver to take us back to Templar Academy. I gave the hotel a sad glance and tried not to imagine all the things we could have done together on that four-poster bed.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his warmth. “There’ll be other times.”
“Dirty weekends with you guys are jinxed.”
“It’s Thursday.”
I slapped his chest. “You know what I mean.”
Orlando nodded. “Soon, the Liddells will be too busy dealing with my grandfather’s lawyers to bother with either you or Mr. Burgh.”
“Are his pockets really that deep?” I asked.
“He’s a frugal old fucker and will pay up to get things going. But if he wins, the Liddells will have to pay his legal fees.”
“I hadn’t thought about that.”
Orlando hummed. “There’s absolutely no way he can lose. Even if the Liddells claim that Elizabeth was just a pawn and didn’t know about the cocaine, countless girls will give witness statements saying the opposite.”
“And there’s those two boys and Myra.”
“Exactly,” Orlando said. “Worst case scenario, the defense barrister blames them, the academy is still responsible for protecting children from class A drugs.”
My stomach tightened with dread. “Yeah.”
Orlando placed his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to meet his. “What’s wrong?”
“What if they blame Mrs. Campbell and Mr. Burgh?”
“The employees?” he said. “Don’t forget the amount of times Lady Liddell meddled in the running of the academy. I’m sure our headteachers sent out the relevant letters to her parents, recommending her expulsion.”
All the tension left my insides in an outward breath. He was right. We had absolutely nothing to fear.
The limousine pulled into the academy front steps at five, an hour before the dinner bell. By now, all the hallways were deserted as most of the students preferred to spend time socializing in their common rooms or doing homework