Page 1 of Prince Un-Charming

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CAESAR

“Did you really think I was going to let you get away that easily?”

Imelda slurs her words, pressing up against my body. She kisses my neck desperately, clinging to my blazer as if her life depends on it. Arousal flurries down between my legs as I thread my fingers through her blonde hair and return the kisses just as passionately.

No one will walk into this bathroom. At least, I hope not. We’ll be in big trouble if they do.

This isn’t the first time I’ve been with her. As the daughter of a distinguished diplomat, Imelda is expected to behave impeccably whenever she attends social events.

Considering this is a lavish gathering that I’m hosting with Alex as two princes of the royal family of Solvaria, we anticipated our guests would behave to the highest standard.

Not Imelda, though. If only the world knew just how dirty she gets whenever she gets a bit of alcohol in her system. She becomes insatiable.

And I, ever the gentleman, would never refuse a woman who desperately needs some release.

“I really shouldn’t,” I tease gently, saying one thing as I do the opposite, enjoying the way she grazes her teeth along my chin. “Alex won’t appreciate me abandoning him. Yet again.”

“Oh, whatever. Alex will be fine. He knows how to command the room on his own.” Then Imelda pulls away to look at me directly. “So do you.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nods, a coy smile lingering on her lips. Her lipstick is all but gone, with only a weak pink hue on her lips serving as a memory of a moment when she was more composed. “You attract everyone’s attention the second you walk into a room.”

“He’ll hate me for this.”

Clicking her tongue, Imelda shakes her head. One of her hands grazes down my neck, across my chest, and down between my legs. “He’s your family. It’s his royal duty to forgive you.”

Alcohol lingers on her words. I suck in a breath, allowing my eyes to close as she palms me through my pants. My head gently rests on the porcelain wall behind me, imagining my dick buried in her again.

There’s a reason I like spending time with her. She’s a good time. I don’t know if I can call her my favorite, but she knows how to leave her mark on a man.

Sometimes literally.

“Come on,” I say breathlessly, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Have some decorum.”

Imelda scoffs, but her hand still rests on my bulge. Relentless. “You’re one to talk.”

“This is an important event. I should be out there chatting people up.”

“You can do that afterward,” she replies nonchalantly, eyes half-lidded. “The night is still young. You’ve got lots of time to talk with those people.”

The friction on my dick makes it difficult to think clearly. My eyes close again, and I bite on my bottom lip, suppressing a moan as Imelda trails her mouth along my neck and nibbles on my ear.

We can be quick. So as long as no one finds us here, we’ll be fine. No one’s going to notice our absence.

Fuck it. My head isn’t working too well right now. The other one, however, is eager for some attention.

Imelda moans loudly as I crash my lips against hers again, grabbing her by the neck. Her fingers work effortlessly at the buttons of my dress uniform, but she falters as I guide her backward into the nearest cubicle. With my eyes open, I’m careful not to drive her into the wall with my movements.

Once inside the cubicle, I slam it shut behind me, but it doesn’t lock. That doesn’t matter. This won’t take long.

“Caesar,” Imelda whispers, gasping as my hand finds the spot between her legs that is sopping wet at this point. “Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want. You’ve been begging for it all night.”

“I’ve been wanting it since the last time I saw you.” She closes her eyes as my fingers tease her entrance. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

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