Page 13 of Ways To Ruin A Royal Reputation

Which caused the most inexplicable swoop in her stomach. Runnels of tingling intrigue radiated into her loins, much to her everlasting chagrin.

When she risked a glance up at him, she saw humor glinting in his eyes along with something speculative that noted the blush on her cheekbones.

Her heart swerved, and she shot her attention to the sea while her shoulders longed for the weight of his hands. Something wanton in her imagination pictured him drawing her arms behind her back by the elbows while he kissed the side of her neck and told her not to move.

While he held her.Claimedher.

Her scalp tingled in anticipation and she refused to look down, deeply aware her nipples were straining against the soft silk of her dress, swollen and tight and throbbing with lust.

“Perhaps...um...” Her voice rasped and her brain was wandering around drunk in the dark. “Something with role-play?” she suggested tautly.

“Leak a photo of me wearing pointy ears or dressed like one of those gladiators?” He thumbed back toward the path. “No, thanks.”

He would sorocka leather sword belt. She licked her lips. “Voyeurism?”

“Hidden cameras? Gross.”

“What if you, um, did something questionable in public?”

“Caught with my pants down? Like a flasher?”

“Withsomeone.”

“Mmm.” He grimaced as he considered it. “It has potential, but it means compromising someone else, and naked photos are forever. Keep going.”

“You’re really hard to please.”

“You’ll get there,” he chided.

A fluttery excitement teased through her.

“Group sex?” she suggested, then realized that might betooreminiscent of his father.

Luca’s gaze held her own in a way that made her stumbling heart climb into her throat.

“I prefer to give one woman one hundred percent of my attention,” he stated. “And I refuse to compete for hers.”

Sodominant.

Bam, bam, bamwent her heart, hammering the base of her throat while the rest of her was slithery honey and prickly nerve endings.

“The only thing left is tickle fights and foot fetishes.” She turned her gaze to the water, nose questing for any hint of breeze to cool her blood. She was boiling inside her own skin.

“I like a pretty shoe,” he allowed in a voice that angled down to where her silk dress fluttered against her ankles. His voice climbed as his attention came up. “Quality lingerie is always worth appreciating.”

He could see the sea-foam green of her lacy bra cup peeking from the open buttons at her chest; she was sure of it. Could he also see she was fighting not to pant in reaction? Why, oh, why was she responding to him so strongly?

“But it’s hardly a crime to admire a beautiful woman, is it?”

Was that what he was doing? Because she was pretty sure she was being seduced.

“I want to do somethingbad, Amy.”

She choked on a semihysterical laugh, fighting to stay professional and on task while imagining him—Don’t, she scolded herself.Don’t imagine him doing anything, especially not making babies with y—

“Oh! Baby daddy!” She leaped on it, pointing so hard toward him, she almost poked him in the chest. “A woman claims to be pregnant with your baby.”

His brow went up toward his hairline. “That sort of extortion died when DNA tests came along, didn’t it?”

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