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“Holy fuck.” His head tips back as his hands sink into my hair, holding it back from my face as I trace the vein in the underside of his length with my tongue.

I bob up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. He moans as I do, rocking his hips. He forces himself deeper into my mouth, his thrusts slowing when he comes.

He keeps thrusting until I’ve swallowed every drop he has to give.

When I pull back and drop to the bed beside him, he rolls onto his side and props himself up, looking down at me.

There’s only desire as he leans in and kisses me like we’re the last two people in the world.

This may be a horrible idea, but at least I’m going to have one hell of a story to tell when I get home.

CHAPTER 5

XANDER

The vibrating is driving me up a wall. It’s a low hum that seems to have a way of driving straight to the deepest parts of my brain.

All I want is to turn it off, but my arm is trapped under the beautiful woman beside me.

Amy sighs and rolls over, her hair fanning out around her and reflecting some of the golden light streaming through the open window.

The roll is just enough to get my arm loose. I slide it out and stumble out of bed, reaching for my boxers and pulling them on.

The vibrating stops for a minute before it starts again, this time louder than ever.

Groaning, I rifle through the piles of clothing and sheets on the floor, tossing a pillow to the side and rummaging through the pockets of my pants until I find my phone.

“What is it?” I say, voice a low growl as I head for the patio doors.

Atticus sighs. “Good morning to you too, cousin. What a lovely day it is. Don’t you think that on a day like this, you would’ve been at the morning meeting instead of making your public image worse?”

I shut the door behind me, careful not to make too much noise. “I don’t think that I’m out here destroying my public image.”

“Then what do you call spending the night with a woman?”

“Are you having me followed?” My tone is sharp, cracking down the line like a whip.

It wouldn’t be the first time my advisors have sent men around to follow me, but most times sneaking out avoids the feeling of being watched.

Atticus scoffs, and someone says something in the background of the call that I don’t catch. “No. We’re not having you followed, even though you managed to sneak out yet again. I just know you, and I know that when it comes down to it, a tiger does not change its stripes.”

“What are you saying?”

“That you have no interest in being anything other than what the media portrays you to be, and it’s a disgrace to the person I know you are.”

“You don’t know anything about the person I am,” I growl. “Nobody does, because you all think that I would rather spend my time sleeping around than doing my job.” I stare out at the waves, wishing that I could walk into them and disappear forever.

Maybe get swept to some faraway land where I’m not the king.

A place where nobody knows my name. Not a single person other than me gets an opinion on my life.

It would be better than the hell I’m currently navigating.

“The meeting is why I called.” Atticus’s voice is strained, someone still trying to talk to him in the background. “I know that you think marriage is a horrible idea, but it’s the only option we have. Opinion polls on you and your performance as king are lower than ever, and we don’t have time to waste.”

“Jorge is the one whispering in your ear right now, isn’t he?” I scoff, stepping off the patio and into the cold sand, not yet warmed by the sun. “You know I don’t think marriage is the right way to win over the people, so why does it continue to be a suggestion?”

“Because, at this point, it’s the only thing that might work.”

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