Page 50 of Some Like It Royal

The photographers closing in, the messages from Lucy about press calls and Martin’s satisfaction about how well his insane plan worked echoed in the back of his mind. Daniel had wanted to crown her a princess, but it never occurred to him that changing her life meant he’d really changed it. Business deal or not, when all was said and done, she would still be a princess. The press would be there, demands for her attention would only continue to increase if the world fell half as much in love with her as he was.

The sobering thought sent adrenaline surging through him. The urge to take her somewhere it could be just the two of them flooded through him so strongly that he’d rushed her into the car as soon as the very last meeting had been handled. She’d only pushed back long enough to grab her bear from her car. She didn’t care about clothes or supplies, but she wanted her bear. Even as the thought occurred to him, his gaze landed on the nightstand.

The ratty one-eyed, overstitched bear sat like a monarch on his nightstand throne.

That bear made this perfect.

She’d carried him in from the car, setting the bear in the room they shared now for real. Their room. Their bed. Their time together.

The ridiculous soppy sentiment prickled through him and he twisted, turning her over to nuzzle her cheek. Like a kid at Christmas, he didn’t want to wait for her to wake up.

Her arms wrapped around him and she murmured against his lips, “Good morning.”

“Morning.” He deepened the kiss, inviting her tongue to dance with his. Her foot slid along the back of his leg and his stiff cock glided against the wet heat of her sex.

For the barest moment, the idea of skipping a condom and just burrowing into her body tried to take root. If he could fill her with a baby, she wouldn’t go anywhere, but he shook away the thought. She’d lost enough choices in her life and as much as he longed to tie her to him, it had to be her choice.

“Did you get any sleep?” Her drowsy voice stroked over his senses like hot dark chocolate poured over a cold treat, sensuous and inviting. He nibbled along her lower lip, drawing it between his teeth and answering her with another soul-baring kiss.

“Some,” he murmured, tracing a path to her ear and then down the slender column of her throat. He nipped at the steady pulse beating beneath her skin. Her pebbled nipples stabbed at his chest and reminded him that he had so much more to play with. He continued his descent, enjoying her low sigh as he circled one nipple with his tongue. Blowing cool air, he grinned at the red tip pearling tight just for him. “But this is so much more interesting than sleep.”

He latched on to the nipple and thrummed it with his tongue. Moments later, as she arched up to him, he rolled a condom on and sank into the hot clamp of her pussy. She let out a low cry, legs scissoring around his waist. The urgency to take her quieted only to be replaced by the singular purpose of burying himself so deeply in her she would forget they’d ever been two people.

She gazed up at him. Her hands stroked up and down his sides in time to his thrusts and a smile played on her lips. “I don’t want this to ever end.”

“It never has to.” He promised and sealed the oath with another kiss before letting himself get lost in the feel of her. The orgasm that shot through him left them clinging together. Slippery with sweat, he rolled onto his back and draped her across him, enjoying the way her hair curtained around him.

This is perfect.

“I’m hungry,” she announced with a half yawn and more than impish grin. As if to illustrate her point, her stomach growled.

He chuckled. “Ride me to exhaustion and then demand to be fed. I see how you are.”

She propped her chin in her hand and lifted her eyebrows. “I beg to differ. You kept me up all night and then woke me up to ride me to exhaustion. You need to feed me or I may perish from fine sex.” The wicked twinkle in her eyes sent a wave of humor through him.

“Well, I would not want you to perish from fine sex.”

“Good. Because I believe I’ve finally acquired the taste for it.” She studied him, her lashes dropping to cover her eyes. “A very specific taste—which means you’ll have to work to keep me pleased.”

“I see. And what does my princess want for food this morning?” He pinched her bottom, grunting as she flexed around him and jerked.

God, it hurt so good.

Her outraged laughter, however, was music to his ears. “I want pancakes. Big fat, fluffy pancakes.”

“Hmm…” He massaged the buttock he’d pinched, rubbing his palm against her skin. He really liked her ass. He loved squeezing it as she took him inside her. “That means getting up and getting dressed.”

“We have to get out of this bed sometime.”

He considered it. And slid out of her and rolled her over so he could look at her back, teasing a line of kisses down her shoulder. “No, we don’t.” He gave her rump a little smack when she started to rise. “Stay put.”

After disposing of the condom, he found his cell phone and called down to the lodge. His cabin was nestled into a private area of the resort, hidden away and secure. He ordered up pancakes, bacon, orange juice and coffee and told them to deliver it in forty-five minutes. She stayed on her tummy, but shot him a questioning look. “I’m hungry now.”

Grinning at the plaintive whine, he slid back onto the bed behind her and nudged her legs apart. “So am I, and I seem to remember promising to go down on you.” Her startled squeal, then low sigh, was all the reward he needed as he flicked his tongue out for a taste. She was just as sweet and spicy as he remembered.

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It waslunchtime before he heated up the pancakes and served her in the bed. She looked like a queen, draped out and exhausted. He wasn’t sure where all his need to take her came from, the urge to fill her up, to keep touching her, to never be apart. Maybe the fact that the press and world noticing his princess meant they would try to take her away from him.

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