*America's Pov*
Of course, as Maxon is talking so openly about the great sex we could have out in the garden my mom comes to find me.
I felt the heat rise in my face and Maxon looked down at his feet like they might have changed colors. I know that she is going to rip me to shreds, and maybe even him. I don't know how much she saw or how much she heard. Did she see Maxon grab my ass? Did she hear the moan that came following his actions? Did she hear all of that rather embarrassing conversation?
"Mom… hi." I straighten my dress and fix my hair.
"America Ann… what in the world are you doing?"
I blush again, looking down at my feet. "Well, I guess that would depend on how much you saw and heard…?"
"King Maxon," He meets her eyes, his face isn't as flushed as mine, but his cheeks are definitely a little pink. "I'm sure you have work to be doing. Maybe running a country?"
"Yes, ma'am, of course. I'll see you for lunch, America." He walks off to the doors. I watch him walk away. He takes his time unrolling his sleeves, fixing his tie, and throwing on his suit jacket. Oh, how I long to be with him right now instead of with my mother.
She waits for my attention to be brought back to her, "America Ann Schreave… would you like to explain yourself?"
"Again, Mom, that depends on how much you saw and heard."
She scoffs, "This is unbelievable. Why was he talking about having 'the best sex ever' out here with you?"
I start to walk back to the palace, she follows closely behind me, "Because before that we were having a moment, Mom."
"Oh I saw the moment. I don't know how much I like where his hands were."
"But this morning you were completly fine with talking about the sex I had last night?"
"That was different." She huffed, "Maxon told me that it was going to embarrass you by saying naughtly stuff like that, and he wanted to do that on purpose. I don't know how much of that is true."
"Did you think that maybe my reaction might have told you that most, if not all, of what he said was at least mostly accurate?" I pulled open the door to the palace.
"Well, at the time no, bu-"
We filed in, "Look, Mom, I hate to push buttons, but I'm married now. I am allowed to have to have fun with my husband. And I turned him down. We are busy today. We have lots of things to do, and we have the Report tonight. I need to focus on other things, and as much as I love him, I wouldn't have sex in the garden. At least not now."
She crossed her arms over her chest, "Fine. I still don't like where his hands were."
I got an absolutely wicked idea. "You know what? You can tell him that. I'll go with you. We can go to his office right now."
I grab her hand and start yanking her up the stairs, "America, aren't you being a bit spontaneous?"
"Absolutely. I know Maxon told you about the little game we are playing, didn't he?"
"Yes…"
"He had his go, and that was it. Whether he meant to or not, I'm counting it. Now, it's my payback for the conversation I had to have with you in the garden."
She rolled her eyes, "This whole game is childish."
"That might be more than true, but we are having fun. And it's distracting us from the fact that we have important duties that need to be attended to."
We had just reached the 3rd floor landing. I saw the guards outside the office door. I wanted to keep going, but my mother pulled me back, "Now, you don't have to go with me. Just stand here. I'll fill you in, don't worry."
Despite my attempted protest, she waltzed away and to Maxon's office she went. She knocked and entered the office, closing the door behind her without giving me a second look. I stood outside for who knows how long. I could have left, I have work to do today. I have to plan an event for the Italians, and I want to get back to the music I was writing while I was hiding out in the Women's Room. But, no. I stood by the stairwell, picking at my cuticles, waiting for my mother to leave my husband's office.
I was just about to leave when she returned. She was chuckling to herself.
"What happened?" I asked her anxiously.
"Well, how many times have you seen the King bright red?"
"Never! What did you say that made him blush that bad?"
"I told it to him straight."
"Which is what exactly…?"
"He is not allowed to lay his hands on you like that in public ever again, I told him that I don't want to see any boob grabbing, butt cupping, butt smacking, or anything else like that ever again."
I laughed, "Anything else?"
"Also, no visible hickeys. You two love birds are in public too much, and you can't afford Gavril asking questions about that…"
"And that enlisted that reaction from him?"
"Yup." She laughs, "He was bright red and he was at a loss for words. He was stuttering, it was so funny."
I laugh with her, "That's great mom. What took you so long to leave his office then?"
"I wanted to hear his terrible apology." She laughs again.
"Alrighty, then. So he is taken care of?"
"Yes, Queen America." She replies mockingly.
"Great. Now go hang out in the Women's room. I am going to do some work in my office."
"Alright. I'll see you later, sweetheart."
"Bye, Mom."
She started to make her way down the stairs. When she reached the landing for the 2nd floor, I turned and went to my new office. I had to plan the party for the Italians and I had no time to waste. They were going to be here in 3 days, and I hadn't even begun to work on it. As I was just about to pass by Maxon's office, the door opened and his head popped out.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me in, closing the door behind him. I squealed with shock as I was pulled into his private office, but one of his hands covered my mouth slightly.
He pinned me against the wall by the door. His hands wrapped around my wrist and were held by my head. "Did you send her in here?"
I inhaled sharply because of the amount of space between us, not even an inch. His nose brushed against mine and I shook my head no.
"So she came in here herself to tell me to keep my hands off of you in public?" His eyes were darkened, I couldn't tell if it was because of anger or lust.
"Maxon, I swear," I swallowed the knot in my throat, "I didn't send her in here. I tried to stop her."
"Well, she embarrassed me, a lot, which is a point for you because whether or not you told her to come in here, she still did." He paused, "I'm going to break one of her rules… I don't care."
His lips attacked my neck. I leaned my head back, trying to expose more of my neck for him. I didn't want him to stop, but I knew better than to let him mark me like that. My voice was airy as I told him, "Maxon… the Report…"
He pulls away, "Tell Mary to cover it… I want to mark you… make you mine..."
I was going to protest the fact that I'm already his and that I have a ring to prove it, but I am too far gone for that. He goes back to my neck, enlisting a moan of pleasure from my lips. He kisses my exposed collar bone. His lips go lower until they reach the collar of my dress. He kisses his way back to my lips. He whispers against them, "Can we take this off?"
I look into his chocolate eyes. He is dead serious. I nod to him. His fingers brush against my skin, trying to find the zipper. He pulls it down and then unties the ribbon that defines my waist in the dress. It falls and I step out of it.
"I think we need to take this off too…" I say pushing his suit jacket off of him. Our lips rejoin each other. He is already loosening his tie. The buttons of the dress shirt come undone under my finger tips. He quickly throws it off. His lips shift down to kiss my jaw and my neck. His hands roam over my bare back, landing a little farther south. He squeezes my ass, his fingertips brushing under the hem of my blue cheeky underwear. I kiss him, hard.
"Let's take this to the couch…" He suggests against my lips. I push him over that way, my lips never leaving his. I trail down his neck and he sits on the brown leather couch. I straddle his hips, rocking against them. I feel his erection even though our clothing is blocking our meeting. His kisses are vicious against my skin, trailing down my neck and down my chest. His fingers unclasp my bra and he slides the strapless death contraption off of my body. Moans escape my body, as he sucks on one of my nipples and I am in heaven again.
I get off of him, making him pout. His long face doesn't last long when I start to undo his belt. His eyes fill with hunger as he stands up and pulls down his pants and his underwear. I pull down my panties. He pulls me back on his lap. His erections rest between the wet slit of my body. I moan, feeling his head skim over my entrance.
"I wanna be in you, America." His voice is husky as his lips travel down my body again.
"Then do it, baby. Put it in me, rock my world, baby."
I rise up so he can adjust his dick. He has one hand on my waist, guiding me down, and one on his dick to make sure it goes in. I start to sit down on him. His eyes search mine to make sure I'm okay. I nod, and I start to bounce. My breasts bounce with my body as I slide up and down on his large cock. His hands grip onto my hips hard. I run my hands over my chest and through my hair, just letting the pleasure take over my system. I continue to moan his name as I keep bouncing up and down. His groans of pleasure accompany my moans, and it is such a beautiful symphony of gratification.
His lips meet my breasts, sucking on one nipple and pinching the other. I throw my head back, more moans leave my lips. His lips work wonders on my chest. I start to tighten around his penis.
"Oh… mmhmm… Maxon…" I sigh out.
"Hold on a little longer, babe. I'm almost there…" He tells me, kissing my lips and trailing down my neck. I bit my lip, then he screams, "Oh, shit, America! Fuck! Baby, keep going!"
I go harder and fast than I had before, fulfilling his needs while also completing my own.
"Oh… My… God, Maxon… Maxon!!!" I yell through my climax.
His voice screams my name as I feel him release inside of my hole. My body collapses down onto his. My head uses his shoulder for support. His head rests on the back of the couch. I raise myself off of him, and fall back into the couch. My ass sticks to the leather; I wouldn't have it any other way. My legs make a tent over his. His hand rubs up and down my leg as we both begin to control our breathing.
"Baby, I don't think you know how much I needed that." He commented.
"I needed the distraction, too." I tell him, biting my lip.
He leans over to kiss me, "Speaking of distractions, I think play time is up for the both of us."
"You are most definitely right." I kiss him back.
"But if we stay here and do this, none of us will get any work done." He says, still kissing me.
"Again, you are most definitely right."
I start to get up. I start searching the floor for my underwear and for my bra so I can slide my dress back on. He follows my actions. I finally find my underwear, and slide them on. I decided that he should keep a memento of sorts for this occasion and leave the bra in his office for him to find later. My dress has a structured enough bodice, that I won't need it. I slide it on quickly, "Maxon, can you zip me up?"
He nods, and zips it up. He finishes tucking in his buttoned shirt. The tie slips down his neck. I adjust it for him, fixing his collar along the way. He ties the ribbon around my waist into a bow behind my back. I fix my hair as much as I can, using my fingers to comb through it and straighten the bow in the back.
"Do I look like I did before I entered this room with you?" I ask him.
"You look even better than that." His arms snake around my waist and his lips meet mine. I stop him before he can get going again.
"I need to get some work done before lunch." I saw as I searched for the clock, "Which is in 10 minutes…"
"Well, you might as well stay here with me for those 10 minutes."
"Or we could go early..."
He shrugs, "That works, too."
I grab his hand, and pull him out of his office. We adjust, me taking the arm that he offered me. We begin the walk down to the stairs.
"Could we maybe make a pit-stop on the second floor?"
"Why would we need to stop there?" He questions me. We both know that the only thing on that floor extra rooms used for any visiting guest and, when the time comes, The Selection.
"I think we should visit my old Selection room."
"What for, Darling?"
"Old times sake. Also, the first time we both admitted we loved each other. We could lay down on the bed or stand and talk like we used to."
"America, we would argue, not talk."
I laughed, "You're right, but still. We could sit on the bed together and we could talk about things, about life as newlyweds."
He sighs and laughs at me, "Whatever you wish, America."
I giggle as we make our way down the hallway to my old room. My stuff has all been moved to my new room. Only the furniture that is in here currently is the same furniture that was here when I first came to the palace, including the piano that has yet to be moved to my room. I sigh. It still smells of my perfume, the one that Maxon tried to get while I was away in Carolina. My eyes meet his, he must be thinking about the same thing because he has a goofy grin on his face. That reminds me that I need to tell Mary to get him a bottle of my perfume so that way when I'm not around he can still have me with him.
I sit down on the striped bed and let my body fall back. I feel the weight of the mattress shift under me. I look to see my husband leaning back on the bed with me.
"I remember when you told me you were going to propose to me. You gave me the picture of the house and I asked if you took the photo." I turned my head to look at him reminiscing on the day I came back from Carolina.
"I remember, too. I had to tell you that it was for your family because they were going to need it if they wanted to live close to the palace."
"You gave me the love letters." I giggle, "I still have them. I still reread them."
His body turns into face mine, his head propped up by his elbow, "You still read those silly things?"
"Yes! And they're not silly, they're special! I read them mainly when I want to remember that night. The way I felt when I was with you. The way I felt when I knew I was yours and only yours."
"That's sweet, Darling. Very romantic. Where do you keep those letters by chance?"
"I am not telling you! Knowing you, you'd find a way to burn them or something crazy like that."
"Well, I had never written a love letter, and when I did it was quite embarrassing."
"But something like that means the world to me. If I lose everything I have, if I lost you, heaven forbid it, but if I ever lost you, I would want those love letters to remember you by."
"Really?"
"Yes, Maxon Schreave! I love them, almost as much as I love you." He leans over to kiss me.
"And I love you almost as much as you love strawberry tarts."
"You will never let me live down my love for good food, will you?"
"Absolutely not. Picture this: it's your first day in the palace and your first meal with the royal family. You would think that you would try to be graceful, but you, my lovely queen, were hogging down strawberry tarts, and making noises that could drive a man wild! It was a great third impression, and I think it is funny."
"Right, third impression because I broke the rules and then talked with you before breakfast, right. Good times."
"Ah, yes. Being yelled at by my future wife after she called my home a cage was a great time." He sighed, throwing his hands behind his head.
"It could have been worse. I could have kneed you in the groin on our first date."
He chuckled, "Funny, I remember that happening."
"I don't remember kneeing your groin, sweet Maxon, I remember kneeing your thigh." I turned onto my side to face him.
"It doesn't hurt that bad when you knee a man in the thigh…" He turned and leaned over to kiss me through our play fighting.
We are now propped on our elbows looking at each other crazily. "Do you remember how you got that date?"
"Yes, I do. It was from the wager we made."
"Which was what exactly?" I tease him.
He enlightened me, "May had to cry while eating the tart or right after. If she did, you got pants. If she didn't I would get to take you out on a date."
"You got a date. Your first date with me and with any of the Selected girls. And yet I still somehow ended up with pants and not just one pair, three pairs… Funny how that works isn't it, Maxon?"
"Hilarious, I swear." He kisses me again.
"We should probably go to lunch now. We might actually be late."
He looks at his wrist watch, "We are late, by one minute. But it's our palace so who says we can't be a little more late?"
"Me. Let's go!" I get up and start to venture away from him, "We'll come back after the Report. Like old times. I'll be tugging my ear, just take your time getting up here, okay?"
He nodded and made it to the door with me. I grabbed his hand and we walked down to lunch. We laughed the whole way down. We had ended up talking about how that came to be, and it was funny how that happened for us. How we just fell into place together. Together, the way we are supposed to be. Forever.