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I chuckle. “I also call you my princess. Do you know why?”
She shakes her head.
“Because that’s who I want you to be.”
“Your princess? I don’t understand. Am I dreaming? Did I die?” She sits up and touches her head. She’s so adorable, I want to scoop her up in my arms and cradle her close.
“You’re very much alive. And I know this may seem rather sudden, but I love you, Jill. Everything I said that night you came to me was the truth—I want you to be with me always; I want you to grow my babies; I want you to be my wife.”
Her mouth falls open. “Are you seriously a prince?”
Taking her hands in mine, I laugh as I pull her to standing. “Yes,mon petit chou.Which is why you will be my princess. Will you say yes to me?”
A huge grin spreads across her stunning face. “Yes,” she says, throwing herself against my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes, I’ll be your princess.”
“No more running away,” I say as I hold her tight. “This isn’t Cinderella, you know.”
She giggles, her eyes shining with such joy that I wish we were alone so I could make them haze over with lust. I want to feel everything with her. “It’s as good as a fairytale,” she says.
“Just much filthier,” I counter, grabbing her ass before I kiss her hard for all to see.
The next day, the photo of me kissing her with my hand gripping her ass is all over the news with the headline: ‘Cheeky Prince Caught Groping Tourist!’It’s something Jill and I will laugh at for years to come.
Epilogue
Jill
Five Years Later
So, I’m a princess now. Dominic is fifth in line for the throne, so our royal duties aren’t quite as intense as those of his older brothers and sisters, but we still keep very busy traveling to Cassaco’s different states and islands, showing off our ever-growing family and playing the role of diplomatic peacekeepers.
While I never returned to the states to live, I did go back there for a time to pack up my life and leave my job. It was during that time that I had an idea to help Dominic with his country’s industrial strike problems. The workers had been protesting the plans to turn farming land into a resort, and the government wasn’t willing to lose the tourism revenue. I used my logistics contacts to secure an export deal for fresh produce worth millions to Cassaco. On top of that, we negotiated to turn the resort plans into farm-stay opportunities. So foreigners can go over there and stay in quaint little farmhouses, dining on farm to table produce, which is all organic and very in vogue. It was brilliant, and between Dominic and I, we made everyone happy. And it didn’t hurt that it helped get his family on side since they were a little funny about an American marrying into the royal family. But by the time the royal wedding came around, they were more my family than my own parents ever were. Meeting Dominic has been the very best thing to ever happen to me—even if he did think I was a hooker when we first met. We got over that misunderstanding quite quickly in favor of spending maximum time in the bedroom. Which, of course, led to the creation of our first little family member.
“Mama!” Johan runs with his arms stretched wide. “I’m a plane. I’m a plane!”
“Be careful of your little sister,” I say as our toddler, Margaret tries to mimic him on her short and stubby legs. A four-year-old’s energy is no match for a toddler’s clumsiness, and she falls down fast, letting out a wail that is quickly answered by the strong arms of her daddy.
“Mon petit bébé,” Dominic coos, bouncing her up and down until she’s giggling again. “Too beautiful for such tears.” He kisses her on each of her chubby cheeks before setting her back down. “All better.”
She squeals and rushes off to join her brother again.
“You make such beautiful babies,mon petit chou,” he says, moving to put his arm around me. I sink against his body, loving every moment of closeness I get with him. In the five years we’ve been together, the need to touch and remain close hasn’t left us for a moment. Even when we had our disagreements, we always ended up making things right in the bedroom quickly after. Sex with Dominic has always been amazing, but make-up sex is on another level.
“You provide half the ingredients,” I say, lifting my chin to plant a soft kiss against his lips.
He chuckles. “I’m thinking about getting the nanny in here so I can provide a little more,” he teases, reaching behind me to grip my ass and squeeze. It makes me giggle, but it also turns me on to the point where I’m squirming where I stand.
“Cheeky prince,” I tease as I wrap my fingers in the collar of his shirt.
“Cheeky, me? I thought you liked this.”
I grin before I lean close to his ear. “So, are you calling the nanny, or should I?”
His eyes light up. “Go shower, then meet me in bed, naked with your knees wide apart. I plan to feast on my wife.” He gives me a final pinch on my bottom and sends me on my way.
As I head for our bedroom, I can’t help but smile and sigh. I’ve often thought about this life as a fairytale. My life was without much meaning until my prince came in and swept me off my feet. It was love at first sight and lust forever after. And as much as I hated that singles’ cruise, I’ll forever be grateful to Belinda for convincing me to go on it. It led me to my prince and my happily ever after.
