Race for the Throne | Formula One

7. Royalty at the Worst Time

We docked at the marina and everyone started going their separate ways. Lando offered to share a ride with Ines. I hung back helping clean a little bit.

    "You really don't have to help." Charles took the glasses out of my hands and set them on the table.

    "I feel bad leaving it all a mess for you."

    He lifted the edge of the towel that had fallen off my shoulder back into place. "Are you cold? Do you want to borrow some dry clothes?"

    "That would be nice, thank you."

    I followed him into the main bedroom of the yacht and sat on the edge of the bed as he rummaged through a chest of drawers. I let the towel fall from my shoulders as he tossed a sweatshirt and sweatpants onto the bed for me and took out another set for himself.

    "They'll probably be too big but you can tighten the sting..." He trailed off as he turned to face me.

    I had caught a glimpse of myself in the wall mirror. I knew that the thin material of the dress dry showed off my body in a very flattering way, but wet it hugged me tightly and with me being being cold from the water and the breeze, the dress made my lack of bra obvious.

    Charles gulped and looked away, face crimson. "I'm sorry. I'll go into the other room so you can change."

    I stood up and walked over to him. I gently took hold of his chin and turned his face towards me.

My lips curled up into a smile. "It's ok."

"You look... I mean... I don't even know-" He babbled, clearly flustered.

I turned and started going back to grab the clothes. I didn't want to make him uncomfortable and I couldn't tell if he was.

Before I had made it more than a step, I felt his arm snake around my waist and pull me back against his chest.

"What I meant to say was you look incredible and I don't even know what I did to deserve you standing in front of me," he murmured, kissing my neck.

I bit my lip and pressed my back against him, tilting my head up against his shoulder giving him better access to my neck. His hands roamed my body, teasing my nipples through my dress. My back arched  at the sensation. I turned to face him, kissing him deeply. His hands slid down and cupped my ass as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed my body against him tightly. The friction from my wet clothes on him made me moan into his mouth. He tightened his hold momentarily before laying me on the bed. Propping himself up on one arm, he put his other hand on my waist, never breaking the kiss. I ran my fingers through his hair, liking the noise he made when I did so.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, pulling away.

"Yes, I've never been more sure." I closed the distance between us.

His hand slid down to the edge of my dress and he caress my leg before slipping his hand under my dress. He ran his fingers along the bone of my hip, teasing me. I dragged my nails down his back under his t-shirt and he groaned.

He kissed down the side of my neck. "You don't even know what you do to me."

"Then show me," I challenged.

It was at this inopportune moment that my phone rang.

"Fuck! It's Alex," I froze.

Charles flipped onto his back so that I could get up.

I answered the phone. "Hey. Yeah. Ok. No. I drove. Thirty minutes. Ok. Ok. Yeah."

"What was the about?" Charles asked, coming up behind me and kissing my shoulder.