my head to suck on her nipple again since it was right there, practically begging for my attention. I alternately sucked and bit down, until she was squirming against my erection.
“Oh, god.” She whimpered as I curved my fingers up and pressed on the spongey part inside of her that always pushed her over the edge. This was no exception, and she came hard, her juices gushing out of her, coating my hand as her sweet sheath clamped around my fingers.
“That’s my girl.” I kept my fingers inside of her, scissoring them slightly and pushed her right over the edge again.
I pulled them out as soon as she stopped pulsing around me and put them in her mouth.
“Lick every drop,” I commanded, watching her lips close around my fingers that way they often did my cock. “Now I’m going to take you inside and fuck you hard.”
“Yes. Please, yes.” Her eyes were still a little glassy, but she licked her lips with anticipation.
With a soft chuckle, I set her on her feet, and she hurriedly zipped up her jacket. Then I grabbed her hand, and we ran for the entrance.
Ariel slept in the next morning, and I went to work out. We’d gone at it half the night, and I didn’t know if I was the luckiest guy in the world or if Ariel was on some kind of bipolar bender. I tried not to read into her behavior because I honestly didn’t understand how the disease worked. My understanding was that people with this disorder experienced extreme highs and lows, but Ariel wasn’t like that at all. She was as even-tempered as anyone I’d ever dated, and she certainly wasn’t the only woman in the world who enjoyed a lot of sex.
The way we’d gone at it yesterday, especially when we’d been outside, had been epic, but I wasn’t sure what had brought it on. I didn’t like overthinking things when it came to women, but Ariel had become too important to me not to worry. Both about our relationship and her mental health.
Had yesterday’s sexcapades been some kind of manic episode? Did a marathon of fantastic, passionate sex count as a type of mania? It wasn’t the first time we’d been unable to wait another minute—including the night we met—and I hoped it wouldn’t be the last, but how was I supposed to know the difference?
I was jogging on the treadmill and didn’t notice Marcus had come in until he was standing in front of me.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
“What?” I slowed down a little, frowning at him.
“What you do in private is your business, but you had to have sex like a horny teenager right there in the garden?”
I arched a brow. “What, were you watching?”
“The whole guard crew watched!” he snapped. “You realize that the entire grounds are under surveillance? We have cameras everywhere, and there’s someone on duty watching them all, twenty-four-seven. Was it really necessary for you to embarrass me in front of my coworkers?”
Crap.
I’d forgotten all about security cameras.
I was a horny dumbass.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “I didn’t even think about it. Things are still so new for us, and sometimes we get caught up…” My voice trailed off because it sounded lame, even to me. We lived together and had all the privacy we needed. Going at it in the gardens had been unnecessary. Even though it had been hotter than hot.
“What is it about this woman that turns you into someone I don’t recognize?” he demanded, hands on his hips. “Don’t you see how she’s changing you?”
“How the hell would you know?” I demanded. “You don’t have any idea who I am anymore.”
“I know you better than you think. Just because we don’t hang out anymore doesn’t mean I don’t know you. You’re part of me, and I know the old you wouldn’t have embarrassed yourself—and your friend, the queen—on your own.”
“Dude, I said I was sorry. We got caught up in the moment.” I slowed to a walk. “You think this is the first time I’ve had sex in public?”
“But you’re not in public,” he said quietly. “You’re at the palace. With the royal family. And half the staff has now watched my twin have sex with Ariel Fox. Is that who you want to be? Is that who you want to be with her?”
I narrowed my eyes. “I’ll apologize to Casey, but you’re overreacting. One stupid moment of passion doesn’t change who I am.”
“Doesn’t it?” He gave