Page 51 of Prince Cheating Charming

Delilah

Isat with my legs stretched out on a deck chair, trying to ignore my husband as he swam with long, lean strokes across the pool, popping up at my feet to shake the water from his hair. He leaned toward me, smelling like sun on skin and chlorine.

For once, there was no one else around. It was Sunday. The day before I was supposed to leave, and most of the staff were taking their weekly off hours down at the village.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” Alexander said.

“Hmm,” I replied noncommittally.

Crossing my legs, I tried to ignore the heat that pulsed in between them.

Of course anyone with a pulse could see that Alexander was physically very attractive. It didn’t mean I had officially agreed to give him a second chance.

Allowing him to pleasure me every night this week did not mean anything either. It was simply satisfying to know he was going to sleep on the floor with blue balls every night.

I wasn’t sure if I was convincing myself or not.

It served him right to suffer. When I was gone he would have no problem finding other women.

But I felt torn. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t do it again. He had helped out in the kitchens every day; he had devoted himself to my pleasure at night. But there was something holding me back. What if I trusted him and he let me down again?

“The way you look you’d drive any man crazy,” he said, leaning closer.

Just a few more inches and Alexander would be touching me. I felt goosebumps prickle all over my skin. In a few more inches he could be running hands up my legs, his head dipping between my thighs. . .

“Think how many men I can drive crazy when you finally let me go,” I said innocently.

Alexander gave me a quick, dark glance and pulled himself up out of the pool, his movements lean and efficient, the beads of water rolling down his tanned muscles.

He bent over me on the chair, dripping water all over me, each drop landing with a brief cooling splash on my heated skin.

“Never,” he said, his voice low and throaty. “I’ll never let you go.”

He looked into my eyes, and my breath caught for a second.

I knew he desperately, ardently, painfully wanted to kiss me.

“30 days are up tomorrow,” I reminded him. “I can make the annulment official any time I want after tomorrow.”

Alexander bent his head to my belly, dropping a heated kiss there, then moving to my hips, teasing the tied straps of my bikini bottoms with his teeth.

“Have you decided to give me a second chance?” he asked, grazing his teeth down to right over my pussy lips, rubbing his chin over my sensitive mound.

“I don’t know,” I said breathlessly.

My husband (for one more day, maybe), raised his head.

“Please stay,” he said simply.

My breath caught in my throat as his hands tightened on my hips.

“Please stay,” he said again. “I don’t want to live without you, Delilah. You’re the best part of every day and night.”

“You sleep on the floor with blue balls every night,” I said, but my heart had begun to pound, blood heat in my chest.

Alexander’s lips curved up.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care. I just want to be with you. That’s all I want.”

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