Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,355

that, sir.”

We drive in silence until we reach my glass and steel skyscraper I own.

“I’m pulling into the vehicle elevator now, sir.”

In seconds we fly up to the thirtieth floor of the building I own. The top two floors are for my small staff and me when I choose to stay here. The rest of the building gets leased out to corporate businesses.

Hemsworth drives the car forward when the door slides open into the well-lit garage and onto the rotating floor. We wait for the town car to turn around, so we face the large elevator door again, ready for the morning.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I open my door before Hemsworth can take up his routine of the doorman and slide myself across the backseat until my feet touch the garage floor.

“Do you need me to hold Miss while you get out?”

“I can manage, thank you.” The truth is I don’t want to hand her over to Hemsworth, even for a few seconds. “If you could please tuck the blanket around her when I stand, that would be helpful,” I suggest.

“Of course, and then I’ll go ahead and prepare the bedroom. Sir, are you taking Miss to the guest bedroom, or…”

“Do I need to roll my eyes at you, Hemsworth? You are about as subtle as—”

“I shall head over to the master bedroom.” He’s off powerwalking to the sensor door.

It’s just gone six o’clock. I’m dog tired from not having slept last night, but I have things that need to get organized.

Hemsworth is waiting for us, with the king-sized bed turned down and one cold bottle of water on each bedside table.

I raise an eyebrow at him.

“You look like you could do with a nap. You haven’t slept.”

“Nor have you,” I reply, noticing he’s a little off-color. I’ve selfishly had him working all day on what is usually his day off, and he’s had less sleep than me. “First, take Queenie’s boots off and then fuel up on some food and get some sleep. I don’t think I will be bothering Chef tonight. Let him know when you go downstairs his services are not needed tonight.”

“Good idea, sir.” He starts working on her boots. “Is there something else on your mind? You were frowning when you walked into the bedroom.”

“I would like to visit with the Collins’ in the morning and offer to pay for Cindy’s funeral costs on behalf of Queenie and any debt they have incurred with medical expenses. We can discuss it more after we get some sleep.”

“Sir, if I may say so, as a work in progress, you are progressing nicely. Your parents would be proud.”

“So… before I was—?”

“Let’s say I always knew you had it in you to do better with the silver spoon you were born holding. You’ve grown your family’s wealth a hundred-fold. Now is the time to lead by example, and others will follow.”

“You are a loyal, trusted friend who tells me the hard truths nobody else will. I don’t know what I would do without you.” And that’s the truth.

“Well, let’s not tempt fate. I will see you both in the morning. Have a good night.” He knows the moment our heads hit the pillow, none of us are going to surface until the morning.

I still haven’t fed Queenie, but she needs to sleep.

I gently lay her down on the sheet then cover her up. I should take the lilac wig Queenie’s wearing off, but I don’t want to disturb her.

I strip down to my boxers and slide underneath the covers. I mold my body around Queenie’s, resting my arm loosely underneath her breasts.

Nothing has ever felt so right.

And then I’m out for the count.

13

Queenie

The grumbling of my stomach tries to pull me away from the deliciously dirty dream I’m having with a dark-haired man who is caressing my nipple while I lay in his arms.

“More,” I murmur as an ache that needs to get dealt with has me sliding my hand underneath my clothing and dipping inside my panties, rubbing myself to get the friction I need to go to the bonus level. “Make me come,” I whisper to my dream man.

“Jesus, Queenie. As much as I don’t want to wake you, it would help if you were a willing participant. You need to wake up for me.”

I find his soft lips, and then my tongue joins the party.

I am sliding two fingers inside me, ramping up my pleasure. “More…” I moan.

Hungry lips find my mouth again, and I’m all too