It was building, her body reaching and clenching and demanding. “Alex…Alex, please.”
He thrust harder and faster, one of his hands shifting to toy with her clit, his lips gliding down to her neck and kissing behind her ear.
She arched her neck and he kissed along her pulse.
“Now, Becca. Now!”
She groaned and came at his command.
Her prince.
Her husband.
Her everything.
He followed moments later, pulsing inside her and filling her, claiming her in a different way.
His thrusts slowed but didn’t stop for another minute. She loved the sight of him sliding in and out, the way his hips curved and his cock claimed and his body possessed her.
There would never be enough of this, never be enough of him. “I love you.”
He lifted his head from her neck and kissed her slow and easy, as if they had all the time in the world, as if no one else even existed in the world but them.
The lovely, steamy, seductive haze broke at the sound of his phone, and he groaned for a different reason.
His cock still inside her, he reached over and grabbed the phone, glancing at the name on the screen, then answering it on speaker, his voice careful and commanding and passionless. “Yes, Tavin?”
“Good morning, Sir. The King’s office has requested a meeting with you before the announcement this morning. Would you be able to meet in an hour?”
His cock started shifting in and out again, and she turned her head to the side to stifle any sounds she might make. How could he speak so calmly while his cock was so busy?
“Yes, I should be able to make that. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Alex hung up and tossed the phone back on the nightstand.
She finally let out a moan. “I thought we were finished.”
“We are finished fucking on the bed, but now we’ll fuck in the shower.”
Her hips moved against his. How could he get aroused again so quickly? “The shower? We’ll be late. You’ll be late. You can’t be late to meet with…ooh!”
“That’s it, darling.” He pulled out, then picked her up in a bridal hold and carried her to the bathroom. “I want to make sure you’re nice and relaxed for today.”
Her body—especially certain parts—were thrumming and yearning for him again. “I won’t be so relaxed if I can’t stand because you left my legs so weak.”
He gave her a devious smile. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
REBECCA
Rebecca was shakingout her arms, a tactic to help keep her loose and relaxed before a speech. She was outside the press room at the palace, where no cameras were on her, and only a few waited with her, including Alex, her chief of staff Mara, and a few other staffers.
Alex rubbed a hand down her arm, then took her hand and squeezed. “Ready?”
“I think so.”
He quirked an eyebrow and squeezed again.
