Page 129 of Bad Influence
“That’s my girl,” Killian praises. “Give me one more.”
“Are you crazy? You’re going to need a forklift to move me as it is.”
He trails tiny kisses across my shoulder. “I’m mad for you, Caroline. Mad for watching you come apart and knowing I’m the only one who can do it. No one else can ever have you.”
He starts to push in and out of me slowly. “We’re going to walk into that hotel tomorrow and everyone is going to know what we’ve done. They’re going to know the intensity of my obsession because they will see it on your body, they will see it in the way you move.”
“They’ll know I’m yours,” I cry.
My body is overstimulated and it doesn’t take long for me to come again. I sob, the intensity of the orgasm has darkness creeping into my vision. I only distantly hear Killian’s groan in my ear as he comes. Nothing really registers because my soul has left my body.
“Caroline.”
Killian is resting slightly on top of me and I don’t want him to move. I love being cocooned by him.
“Hmmm?”
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
I laugh weakly. “The broken bed is quite the proof.”
I pull his hand around to my face, kissing the back of it.
“We’re going to need a sturdier bed.”
“Yes, we will,” I agree.
CHAPTER 34
Killian
The next day,I meet Caroline outside her work. She’s standing under the arched entrance, talking to her boss. I’ve met him once, when I came out for drinks on her first day. He seems like a nice guy.
I stand back as they finish their conversation, and Caroline walks to me.
“Please stop scowling at people,” she says, arching up to give me a kiss.
“I’m not scowling.” I was probably scowling. Being in love with her doesn’t mean I automatically like people now. I like her, and that’s it.
“Are you ready?” I take her laptop bag and pull it onto my shoulder.
“As I’ll ever be,” she says, as we turn and start walking. “Unless you want to run away. I’m very good at that.”
“Let’s just get this over with and we can move on with our lives.”
We’re only about a mile or so from The Plaza and we start walking in that direction. It’s a beautiful late July evening and I’d much rather take Caroline somewhere she’s never been before rather than to see our families.
But this is important. Caroline has spent the last four days stressing about this and she needs to put this behind her. I’m here for moral support.
She inhales deeply when the hotel comes into view.
“I’m freaking out, but I feel like that’s a good thing,” she says. “I need to be freaked out in order to face them.”
We walk into the hotel and take the elevator up to her parents suite. The door is opened by her brother, who scowls at me and doesn’t even glance at Caroline. Quietly, he turns and walks into the room, leaving the door open.
I squeeze Caroline’s hand. “There are probably less stuck up people around the King of England.”
Caroline makes a noise in the back of her throat which is probably a suppressed laugh. We walk into the room and the first people I see are my parents, sitting stiffly on the couch in the sitting room. Their faces are pinched and when their eyes meet mine, there’s no emotion there.
