The Guardian by Diana Knightley
Sixty-three - Kaitlyn
We made it to his office and closed the door behind us. I leaned against the door. “Phew!”
He stood stock still in the middle of the room and looked around at all the things. “I dinna think I would see it all again — the fancy photos from the coronation tae prove I am a king. The war hammer tae look as if I am ready tae kill though tis on a desk tae prove I am judicious at who I choose tae murder. The drawing by Archie, tae remind me I am a father first and foremost.” He turned a frame with a drawing by Archie of a stick figure man on a stick horse.
He leaned casually on the desk in his hot uniform, his shiny shoes crossed one over the other, laidback and a slow smile spread across his face, crinkling the corner of his eyes. “Dost ye ken what I think we must do?”
I had an idea, but the way he was looking at me was making me feel kind of breathless, so I asked, “What must we do... Master Magnus?”
He put his hand on his heart. “Och, ye ken it. The Madame Campbell can read m’mind.”
I ran my hand through my hair, and flipped it a bit. “Not sure I know what you’re talking about...?”
His delicious chest rose and fell with a deep breath while his eyes looked like they might devour me.
He undid the buttons on the front of his coat and spread it open, relaxed, and casual. “Ye ken, I was watching ye on the line just now, as ye greeted and spoke tae all the people and I thought tae myself, I must share her now, but twill be just a few moments more before she will be all my own again.”
“I think I am always your own, Master Magnus, it was in my vows.”
“Ye ken I hae kent it since I married ye, but still sometimes I catch a sight of ye across the room, and still I hope that ye might be mine. I forget ye are easy, is what I am saying.”
I laughed. “I’m so glad.” I walked closer and ran my finger along the back of a chair. “So what I’m gathering is that you like the look of me and you’re thinking you might like to...?”
“Perhaps I hae been in the hospital, Madame Campbell, and before that twas a long time of needing tae rest, and now I feel, I daena ken how tae say it...”
I said, “But you really need to say it...”
“I feel as if I would like tae take ye right here, just because I want tae, because I am the king and I like the look of ye. And ye ought tae submit.”
“Now this is interesting... But what about our bed? Perhaps we should be wearing pajamas? We might need to—”
He strode toward me and swept me into this arms and pressed his lips to mine in a delicious deep roughness that had me breathless and wanting in one hot moment and then he lifted me from where I stood and carried me to the edge of his desk and sat me on it, with a small nudge, pushing his war hammer aside. He ran his hands down my legs and pulled off my shoes dropping them by his feet, then he bunched up my skirts and gently pulled my panties off my legs and dropped them to the floor beside my shoes, and parted my legs and kneeled in front of me and buried his face inside the folds and licked and nibbled and sucked between my legs and pulled my hips closer, and then after a few moments of oh god, oh god, oh god, oooooooooooh, he rose up in front of me and unzipped his pants and dropped them to his feet and there he was in his full glory. “Ye might hae tae kneel before me.”
“Holy shit, yes, I might, that is...” Words escaped me.
I dropped off the desk to my knees and took the length of him in my mouth and held and sucked while he held my head to steady it and I held on around his hips until in a near frenzy of desire he pulled away from me, pulled me up, and pushed me back on the desk and laid upon me and shoved his way into me. His fingers gripping roughly in my hair. His lips wet on my cheek. His hips banging against my open thighs. His moans desperate and intense, and so freaking hard and big and strong and I was lying all the way back as he rose up, a hand wrapped around each of my knees, holding me tight and close, he drove and drove into me again and again while my moans grew meeting his and with a last wave of intensity I raised my hips and he met me on the wave and our moans raised along with our movements — a pummeling and thrashing and all the fun fucking things until he reached his climax and continued to stand holding me close and himself deep as he came — panting from the effort. He relaxed his hold on my legs and slowly softened.
He put his hands flat on his desk as he slid from inside my body, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him close though we were past the connection. I stretched my arms out almost knocking a pen holder off the side. He chuckled.
“A moment ago twas the sexiest thing in the world, now tis verra uncomfortable.”
“True, how does that happen so fast?”
“I daena ken, I was a king conquering the queen on his desk and now I am a husband with his wife on a hard surface.”
I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kissed, slow and sultry and very sensuously.
“That was awesome.”
“Aye, Madame Campbell, and it has been a long time. I canna make promises but I am already thinkin’ upon the next time, so maybe if ye continue with the dress that goes tae here,” he kissed me on my cleavage, “in the fabric that feels like skin tae the touch, and the shoes that make yer arse go like that,” his hand slid under my body and he grabbed my ass and squeezed it.
“Jesus Christ Magnus, this is so freaking hot, I will continue with it. I will continue with all of it. I do like the idea of next time, are we talking tomorrow?”
He turned his face to look at mine. “Nae, I am hopin’ tae get back to it after a snack.”
I laughed. “It’s a deal. A high-protein snack—”
“Nae, I think I need the carbs.”
I laughed again. “That’s so modern of you.” His hand massaged around my ass while his other hand dove in through the side of my dress and grasped my breast and caressed it. Then he kissed me luxuriously with his tongue licking and then nibbling my lips. I teased, “The carbs indeed, are we talking granola, maybe some fruit?”
He pretended to wretch. “Granola and fruit? Has the Madame Campbell met her husband, Master Magnus?”
“I have, I have met him very much, and I will meet him again and again.”
His mouth traveled down my neck to the edge of my throat, where he sucked along the edge, with the other hand on my breast and a hand on my arse and so many hands — my hands up under his shirt, running up and down over his tight form, his angles and hard lines, his taut muscles and hard planes while he caressed and fondled my softnesses...? And oh my and oh whoa he was...
His voice near my ear he asked, “Are ye comfortable enough?”
“What...? I don’t... yes....”
He was kissing and... and... and his hands between my legs and I held onto him, bringing him back to hardness and power after some diligent foreplay of all the best kinds, he said, “Och, I dinna need the snack.”
I giggled. “I didn’t even need to put the shoes back on.”
He stood back up over me and entered me again, and this time it took longer. We had fun. We undressed during it. His shirt came off. He stepped from his pants and kicked off his shoes. I turned over and bent over the desk and he unzipped my dress and pulled it off over my head while entering me from behind, over and over his hands caressing me. Our clothes were strewn around his office and we were completely naked coupling in the middle of the room, in all the best ways, taking our time, enjoying the second round, until finally with my excitement building and expanding and roaring me home, with his soft breaths in my ear, he reached his climax and collapsed down on me, “Och.”
I whispered, “I know.”
“Twas excellent tae go twice.”
My legs shook from the effort. “I might be so spent I have to take a nap.”
He drew away with kisses down my front. Then ran his hand through his hair. “Do ye want tae take a shower?”
“Okay, but I can only clean from the neck down. I can’t wet my hair, I’m supposed to be in this dress for the rest of the day’s events.”
He laughed, “Och, ye are a mess.”
“You are too!”
“Tis okay for me.”
“This is so true, you could go just like this and they would be fine with it.”
He put his hands on his hips, “Like this? With m’willy hanging out, and the smell of m’wife upon m’groin?”
“Ha! I meant, dressed, but with your hair a little mussed, but yeah, you could go naked and no one would mention it. You’ve heard the tale of the emperor who wore no clothes?”
“I hae, I think tae see my manliness out in the halls might give people a startle, and since tis m’first day at work since the war, I might nae want tae startle them.”
I went in to use the shower to clean everywhere from the neck down, and then to try to right myself as much as possible with the little makeup I had in my purse, because the next part of the day was to be, ‘meetings with the household staff.’