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“You’re right,” I mumble against her neck.

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re not a princess. No princess sucks cock quite like that.”

She barks out a laugh, the sound making tingles erupt in my body. “Have a lot of experience with that?”

“Oh yeah. I was a regular at Buckingham Palace, back in the day.” I tickle down her side and she squirms beneath me.

“I can just picture you having afternoon tea with the Queen.”

Looming over her, I take one of her nipples in my mouth before kissing down her stomach.

Pushing her legs wide, I lick up her seam as she sighs in pleasure.

“I much prefer dirty princesses.” The vibration of my voice makes her moan seconds before I seal my lips around her.

She’s crying out once again in seconds. It seems sucking me off got her all worked up.

No sooner has she come down from her release than I grab a condom from the bedside table and slide into her scorching, wet heat.

Now this place really feels like home.

“Promise me something,”I ask when we both fall onto the bed with heaving chests after our second round.

“Sure.”

“Promise me that you’ll still be here in the morning.”

She turns to me, her dark eyes going all soft. I hate that my words might be giving her ideas about the future, but for the first time in my adult life, the prospect of waking up to a woman doesn’t freak me the fuck out. The last thing I want is her running off again. I’d much prefer her to be right here so we can start our day properly.

“O-okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’d better make it worth my while though,” she says with a wink, making me laugh.

“Oh, you can fucking guarantee it.”

Rolling her over, I press my lips to hers. If she thinks she’s sleeping yet, then she needs to think again.

15

HARLOW

A pain in my side drags me from my sleep. I blink a couple of times in the darkness, trying to figure out what it was and where I am. When it happens again, everything comes back to me.

“No,” Corey cries, his arms flailing around like he’s trying to grab something. “No, let me help. No, let me go.” His voice is deep with emotion as he continues to fight his imaginary demons.

I scramble so I’m sitting on my knees beside him.

“Corey,” I say gently, reaching out to touch him.

He throws his arm around once more and it connects with mine, making it go dead immediately. Understanding the pain he’s in right now, I rush to try to drag him from his nightmare.

My heart aches for him that whatever it is that causes shadows in his eyes during waking hours also disturbs his slumber.

“Corey,” I repeat louder in the hope of dragging him from his nightmare. “It’s okay.” I put more pressure onto his chest as I shake him awake.

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