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“That’s why I would never ask you to do something for a country that’s not your own. I’m sorry I even brought it up that first time.” He shook his head. “So stupid. I should go probably.” He stood up, and a jolt of panic went through my heart.

“James,” I said softly and calmly. There was being safe, and then there was just being plain idiotic when it came time to take an opportunity to tell someone you love them. “Don’t go.”

He tensed, but he didn’t move. Slowly, I rose to my feet and I stood in front of him with a slight smile. There was so much noise around us, but for some reason, I felt cocooned in this tiny space. The space between him and me.

I had dreamed of this moment for so long, so it didn’t quite feel real as I reached out a hand to touch his arm.

“I want you to stay.”

He looked down at me, his eyes searching mine, and he swallowed. “Why?” he asked.

“Because I love you too—” I’d hardly got the words out before James leaned down and kissed me, his arms coming around to press me against him.

With a sigh of contentment, I leaned into him too, kissing him back with a vengeance. It wasn’t exactly a kiss, but more like a hungry claiming. Making up for all the time we’d lost. He felt and tasted exactly as I remembered, and it felt like coming home again.

“Where can we go?” he asked, his mouth skimming down my neck, laying hot kisses as it went.

“Surely, a prince like you has a fancy hotel room,” I said, and he pulled back with a grin.

“Definitely.”

I prided myself on my self-control on the way back to the hotel, but as soon as the shiny black door shut behind us, I was on him again, and the way he said my name in a low voice made me wet already.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, as he removed my dress, bra, and panties, leaving me bare in front of him. “You’re here with me.”

“I’m here,” I said with a smile, trying to get him to get out of his clothes, and then I spotted them. “No way.”

“What?” he asked as my fingers pushed off his waistcoat, and I saw black suspenders over his white shirt.

My horniness levels just shot up. “You wear suspenders?”

He looked down. “Yeah, but we call them braces. Why?” He lifted a brow. “You don’t like them?”

“Oh god, you have no idea how much I do like them,” I said, curling my fingers under them and pulling him closer.

He laughed just before he kissed me, and then I was flipped over, ass up, and he was on his knees again, just like in the office.

“God, it’s been too long,” he breathed before he opened me up, and his tongue was on me in a flash.

Stars flew by in my mind as I felt his silky tongue over all of me, lapping at my seam, circling my clit, and then sliding around my back entrance. I shuddered when he stayed there and pressed two fingers into me. I came fast, my fist gripping the bed sheets, and then he stood, pulling off his clothes and reaching into the drawer for a condom.

“You came prepared,” I said.

“I had hope,” he replied roughly as he put it on.

And then he pushed into me, hard. I was glad. I didn’t want to wait. With his hands gripping my waist, he began to thrust into me, and he leaned over, brushing kisses along my back, whispering things to me like ‘Perfect’, ‘I missed you’, ‘I love you’.

Everything I’d worried about over the last two months disappeared, and it was just him and me in the room. His thrusts grew faster, and his hand came around to circle my clit. I came with a scream, and he came soon after, the whole weight of him laying on me as he finished.

Eventually, he slid me out from under him and then against him. Our breaths matched as we lay in silence for a few minutes.

“What about everything, James? Lenovia? Langton? The coffee shop?” I asked drowsily.

He placed a kiss in my hair and pulled me closer. “I love you, Lily. We’ll figure it out. Tomorrow.”

I fell asleep, perfectly at peace.

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