Page 104 of My Five Daddies

“Nolan?” she asks, smiling a little uncertainly. “You’re just staring atme.”

I get myself together. “You look incredible,” Isay.

“Really?”

“Fucking really.” I step toward her. “I’m tempted to rip that dress off here andnow.”

She blushes but smiles. “Cut it out,” she says. “You don’t think it’s toomuch?”

I shake my head. “No. I want to show you off. It’sperfect.”

Her smile gets bigger and I step toward her, offering her my arm. “Ready?” Iask.

“Okay,” she says. “Let’sgo.”

I lead her out into the hall. We head toward the top floor. Her steward doesn’t follow us, since I’m escorting her around rightnow.

I point out parts of the castle that I remember from when I was a kid. I used to play in these hallways for hours at a time, running around and getting into trouble. I could do whatever I wanted, and nobody really stopped me. I was the little prince, after all. My childhood was hard, full of learning and pressure, but it was good, too. I had a lot of friends in the castle, Andrew being one of the closer ones, and I didn’t have to worry about much ofanything.

“Right there, I knocked over a vase from the sixth century,” I say to Hazel, pointing at an emptypedestal.

“Seriously?” she asks, eyeswide.

“Seriously,” I say. “It was Chinese, Ming Dynasty I think.” I shrug and shake my head. “My father whooped my ass forthat.”

She smiles a little bit. “You mean, he didn’t order a steward to do it forhim?”

I laugh, genuinely amused by that idea. “No, my father always made sure to punish mehimself.”

“Was he a strictfather?”

“A little bit.” I hesitate. “He believes the world should be a certain way, and he doesn’t forgive people who don’t live up to his idea oflife.”

“I can see how that could be hard.” She frowns at me. “My father was a lot like that,too.”

“Really?” I ask, my eyebrowsraised.

“Really. We don’t really get along anymore, me and my family. They want me to live a certain way and I…. I don’t wantto.”

“Do they know that you’re married to a foreignprince?”

She bursts out laughing and pulls herself closer to me. “Not at all!” she says, laughingloudly.

“What’s sofunny?”

“I’m just picturing the look on my father’s face. He’ll lose it. He’s the kind of guy who thinks Europeans are all a bunch of hairy, lazy, stinkylosers.”

I shake my head but I love the way she laughs, so light and free. She pushes herself against me and I can feel my cock stirring again. Fucking hell, my body reacts whenever she’s close. I can see down the front of her dress, and I want to seemore.

“So you get a kick out of rebelling then,” I say. “I canrelate.”

“That’s right. You’re Prince Player, afterall.”

I groan a little bit. “I forget about that nicknamesometimes.”

“Is it true?” she asks me, suddenlyserious.

“Is whattrue?”

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