Royal Savage
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Avalon: Yeah, well I’d much rather be there than stuck here for the next three hours. I miss you and the boys. Especially you . . .
It takes about five minutes before his next response comes through.
Royal: Who is this crazy lady with the Ronald Mcdonald hair that is looking at me as if I’ve just robbed a bank?
“Holy shit!” I drop my sandwich and jump to my feet, rushing to the door. “There’s no way . . .”
I open the door and look outside to see Royal sitting at my station, looking at the break room door, as if he’s been waiting for me to appear.
He instantly raises a brow and smiles at me when his eyes meet mine. “Come here, baby,” he demands.
I close the break room door and glance over at Claudette, who is giving me a disapproving look. She’s probably never seen a man that looks like Royal and his friends around here. She almost looks nervous for the first time ever. “Avalon? You know this man?”
“Claudette,” I say with confidence, walking past her to get to Royal. “I do. Very well. He’s pretty amazing to know.”
Royal stands when I reach him. Locking eyes with me, he cups my face in his hands and leans in to press his lips against mine. His kiss feels hard and desperate, as if he’s telling me that he missed me too. “So you miss me?” He questions with a grin.
I laugh against his lips and place my hands over his, not caring what Claudette thinks. I fucking love this man. It’s becoming clearer with each time I see him. The way my heart reacts to him is undeniable. “So damn much. How do you always know the right time to show up? You truly amaze me.”
He leans in closer, intimately brushing his lips over mine. “Because it’s always the same time that I’m needing you,” he answers. “Which is way too fucking much.”
Claudette clears her throat from beside us, looking appalled. “Perhaps you two can take this unwanted show outside.” She looks down at her watch and then looks up, avoiding any eye contact with Royal. “For the last six minutes of your break. You know better than this, Avalon.”
I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at her. I’ve never, and I mean ever, questioned her in the entire time I’ve worked here. “Do I, Claudette?” I grab Royal’s hand and lace my fingers with his, causing her eyes to lower to our hands. “Better than what?”
“To . . .” She swallows hard and looks up at my intense stare. “I would just appreciate it if you would take that outside. We’ll talk later before I leave.”
Her pen accidently falls from her hand, landing next to her feet as she begins to walk away.
Without hesitation, Royal bends down, picks it up, and hands it to her. “Ma’am. I don’t normally bite. Only if you ask nicely.” He winks and lifts a playful brow.
Claudette cautiously grabs the pen and sucks in an uncomfortable breath. “Thank you.” Smiling weakly, she walks away without another word, leaving us with the clicking of her heels.
“Let’s take it outside before Red’s heart stops on her. That’s the last thing I need to add to my list of shit.”
He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me outside to the back of the building.
As soon as we’re out of sight, he wraps my legs around his waist and presses me up against the brick building.
Before I know it, his lips are pressed against mine and he’s reaching in between our bodies to undo the top of his jeans.
“Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about being inside you this way. You do things to me, baby.” Pulling my skirt up and my panties to the side, he sinks me down onto his erection and holds me still, while I adjust to his big size. “You okay?” He asks softly, while brushing my hair out of my face.
I nod my head and lean in to run my lips over his. “More than okay. I’m always more than okay when I’m with you, Royal. Never forget that.”
He places one hand behind my neck and gently kisses me, while rolling his hips and moving inside of me.
It feels so good to have him inside of me that I could care less about the fact that we’re outside of my work right now and that Claudette or anyone else could come around and find us at any second. I need this beautiful man to be with me like this. I’d gladly say goodbye to this job and move on if it meant getting this moment with him.
He moves slowly, being sure to sink in as deep as he can with each thrust. His breath is soft and controlled against my lips, causing me to lean in and taste him.
My heart swells at the thought that this is the gentlest he’s ever been with me. No choking. This is new to me.
“You’re fucking perfection,” he whispers against my lips. “And you’re mine. No other man gets to be inside you this way.” He gently runs his hand up the front of my neck, stopping when he reaches my lips. “You make me want to live again,” he whispers.
I tangle my hands in his hair and gently bite his bottom lip, causing him to growl out in desire. “You’ve made me feel alive from the very first day I walked in on you.” I brush my lips over his. “Let’s help each other live.”
“Fuuuck, Baby.” He runs his hand up the side of my head, before moving to the back and gripping my hair. “Hold on,” he breathes.
I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in as his movements pick up. With each quick thrust, I find myself digging deeper as I get closer to climax.
“Royal . . .” I breathe hard against his lips as I lose myself to him yet again.
Holding me tight, he slams into me three more times, before I feel him releasing himself inside of me.
He presses his forehead to mine and holds my face still. “Why the fuck are you so perfect for me?” His eyes search mine as he rubs his thumb over my face. “I never thought I’d meet someone that could make me fucking feel. You do, and it scares the shit out of me.”
I hold onto him, not ready to let go yet. “Royal . . . I . . .” Stopping myself from possibly making a huge mistake, I bite my tongue and rephrase what I was about to let slip. “You make me feel too. Please don’t ever stop. Please.”
Not saying anything, he presses his lips to mine and gently sets me back down to my feet. Quietly, he yanks his shirt off and cleans me off.
“Royal,” I call out as he turns away. “Are you okay?”
He runs his hands through his hair, but stays facing the other way. “I don’t know yet.”