Famke giggled as Royal danced her in the direction of the exit to the ballroom.
“You’re always dancing me away. When we left the nightclub last weekend, you danced me away too.”
“Mm,” he nuzzled her neck, “it’s because if I don’t dance with you, I might start f*****g you here and now.”
She shivered at the way his tongue drew along the curve of her neck. “It’s not even midnight yet. We can’t leave.”
“We’re not leaving. We’re going to my private rooms. It’s going to take me time to get ready for the explosive countdown.” He lifted his eyes and stared into hers. “It’s going to be fireworks.”
If Famke ever doubted this man’s desire for her, they would have evaporated at the blatant lust on his face. She couldn’t look away from his heated stare, “okay. Let’s go.”
“Famke!” Nyx hissed as sh
