As the message ended and I looked at Theo, his grin turned into a full-on smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard that man sound so unsure of himself. I think he might’ve even stumbled there for a minute.”
“He’s probably still trying to wrap his head around it.”
“I mean, we did just tell him we were dating—marriage seems like a rather quick progression in his mind, I’m sure.”
“Look at you trying to be understanding of King’s feelings.”
“Oh please, you’ve just caught me whilst still in the fog of wedded bliss.”
“Isthatwhat this headache is?”
“You’re hilarious. But I bet you won’t be making jokes when I tell you we’re going to have to do this all over again…televised.”
My smile immediately dropped. “What?”
“You married a prince—my public will demand it.”
It made sense, of course it did, that Theo—who was an actual prince—would have to make some kind of to-do about his nuptials.
But did it really have to be in front of… “Yourpublic?”
“Oui, they are mine.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Could you sound more pompous?”
“Probably. But I am naked. That makes it slightly harder.”
“It definitely does,” I said, andlooked down at where my cock had stiffened beneath the sheets, something about Theo acting soprincelymaking my dick want to stand up and salute him. “But back to the point. When you say televised, couldn’t we just give them the video from last night?”
Theo moved to his hands and knees and crawled up the bed until he straddled my lap, naked and gorgeous as ever.
“Non, that is just for you and me. That wasourmoment.” He looped his arms around my neck and brushed his mouth over mine. “This other one, the circus, that will be for them.”
“That sounds so…”
“Horrible? I know. But it’s not like it will be the first time you’ve been caught staring longingly at me in the Cathedral of Our Lady Immaculate.”
“I wasn’t staring at you; I wasglaringat you.”
“Potato, po-tah-to. You were still caught by Lucien.”
“You left teeth marks in my hand.”
“And if you’re extra nice to me on our wedding day, I might leave teeth marks somewhere more exciting that day. After all, we’ll have to re-create theentireevent.”
I grabbed Theo’s hips and pulled him in tight, crushing his mouth with mine. “Is that right?”
“You might even have to sleep with the groom before he goes and stands at the altar.”
“Now that, I can get behind.” I tossed my phone aside and tumbled Theo down onto the mattress, the hundreds of texts waiting for me now thelastthing on my mind. “Think we should practice?”
“Definitely. The world’s waited this long to hear from us. I think they can wait a little longer.”
32
THEO
LESS THAN FORTY-EIGHT hours after our elopement and we were back at Shep’s place, where it looked like a bomb had gone off.
