Page 16 of Royal Surrogate 1

Renae has seemed nervous, and rightfully so, I suppose. There will be plenty of time to woo her, to convince her that we may as well act upon our mutual attraction for each other during our time together, and I intend to begin today. I’ve just one last thing to do—besides flying her to Montovia, of course. I haven’t let myself think about the ramifications of that just yet. My mother will be thrilled, obviously. My father perhaps not quite so happy. But my brothers… Each of them has found the love of his life in the past couple years, and I’m not so certain either of them will believe I’ve found mine.

It’s no matter, I remind myself. Once I have my son, I won’t need to think about anything else. I’ll finally have everything I need. Everything that matters.

But my thoughts fly from my head the moment I see Renae, and my cock grows hard once more

She’s a vision as she walks toward the private jet I’ve rented for our trip to Montovia. She’s only wearing a simple navy dress, but even from here, I can see how it makes her eyes glitter like sapphires. And the way it hugs her curves… The flight might not be long enough to have her as many times as I’ll need her.

I smile as she approaches—she may want our “relationship” to be all business, but I see no reason we can’t enjoy the other’s company for as long as we’re together.

“You’re lovely,” I say as she nears, taking her hands into mine.

That same warm something travels up my arms at our touch, and I lean in to kiss her.

She turns her head, allowing me to kiss her cheek. “This wasn’t necessary. You could have saved a lot of money flying coach.”

I let my lips linger against her cheek for probably a moment too long, and she pulls her head away.

I smile despite myself, still holding onto her hands. “What good is money if you can’t use it to enjoy your experiences?”

“I guess… I guess I’ve never thought about it that way.” She shrugs, finally taking her hands from mine.

“Perhaps you should start,” I say, motioning for her to ascend the staircase to the plane.

I follow her onto the jet, and an attendant gives us each a glass of champagne as we’re seated.

“I shouldn’t be drinking,” she says with a frown, handing the glass back to the attendant.

“Nonsense,” I say before I realize why she’s said it. She can’t be pregnant with my child yet—we’re scheduled to have the procedure done next week. But it probably wouldn’t be a good idea for her to be consuming alcohol this close to her pregnancy.

“A glass of sparkling water for my betrothed, then,” I say with a smile at the flight attendant. “With a twist of lime.”

“I can order my own drinks, you know,” Renae says as she buckles herself into the leather seat across from me. “And we’re hardly betrothed.”

“Something I plan to rectify immediately.” I grin, pulling the small velvet box from my pocket.

She glances at the box before looking back out the window. “So that’s how we’re going to do this?”

“I’d planned to wait until we were in the air, but yes…” I frown. I’d thought she would be happy—excited, even—at the prospect of being engaged.

I’ve had this planned in my head for months—how I’d bring my chosen surrogate back to Montovia with a ring on her finger. My parents will think I’m being hasty, but once my father sees all the prenuptial paperwork is in order, he’ll know I’m serious. My mother will follow suit. And when I announce my new wife is with child… Well, no one will doubt anything then.

The flight attendant hands Renae her flute of sparkling water, and I lift my glass. “To us,” I say.

Renae arches an eyebrow but lifts her glass toward me. “To us,” she says.

I can’t help but smile as I take a sip of my champagne. All my dreams are finally coming true.

I watch her for a long moment as the plane takes to the air. She’s beautiful, of course. I wouldn’t have chosen her as my surrogate if she wasn’t. But there’s something about her that intrigues me in a way I wasn’t expecting. It’s an odd feeling, one I don’t experience often. But I find myself wanting to know her, and not just carnally. I’m just not sure what to make of it.

Of course, I intend to know her carnally in a few moments if she’ll have me. I’m already imagining what her breasts are going to feel like in my hands after I remove her dress.

“What?” she asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

I grin. “I was just admiring how beautiful you are. That color becomes you.”

Her cheeks flush. “Thank you.” Her gaze turns back to the window.

I turn the velvet box over in my hand. I’d almost forgotten the reason I pulled it out.

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