Page 45 of A Wise Prince

“Fuck, you are so ready for me,” I groan as I pull my finger out and push her against the window. Her hands fly out and she looks like every man’s wet dream, naked, wet from the shower water running down her body, her hands flattened against the window, her breasts pushed flat and plumped against the glass.

I take a moment to admire her as I stroke my cock, before I line myself up with her entrance and push inside. I hear her intake of breath along with my own as I place my hands next to hers. My mouth presses a single kiss to her neck as she leans her head back onto my shoulder, her eyes closed, and lips parted.

“Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” I ask her as I pull out and thrust back inside.

She shakes her head. She doesn’t answer me verbally, but her face pinkens. I thrust harder.

“You. Are. Fucking. Gorgeous,” I grunt out with each thrust.

“Auggie!” she cries out as her body clenches around my cock. I bite into her shoulder as I come hard, losing myself in her heat.

“Fuck,” I manage as I lean my forehead against the back of her head and try to keep us both standing. I’m so fucked. This woman has no idea the power she holds over me.

Afterward, we lie in bed staring at one another.

“You’re really going to go to this auction tomorrow?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say adamantly.

“Won’t people…talk?”

“No one going this auction is going to speak about anything that happens there,” I assure her. While I haven’t been to one before, Anna has debriefed me enough to know that the same rules apply to it as to anywhere the rich and famous hangout. You don’t see anything; you don’t hear anything; and you certainly don’t speak of anything. Plus, there’s always the fact that if you do speak about it, your odds of disappearing under shady circumstances are exponentially increased.

“Then, let me come with you,” she pleads. “I can help you.”

I reach out and touch her face, tracing her cheek bone. Her skin is soft under my touch. I can’t have her in danger, and I have no idea who will be there. I’ve always protected the people closest to me, and now she is one of them.

“You can help me, but you aren’t coming with me,” I say to her.

She sighs. “You are so stubborn,” she says on a huff.

“I’ve been called worse.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you have.”

“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I’ll need your expertise to help me prep tomorrow,” I say as I pull her close, tucking her head beneath mine. I stroke her back absentmindedly until I hear her soft breathing slow.

“I’m going to need you safe, if I’m going to be able to pull this off tomorrow,” I say to a sleeping Kate before I let sleep overtake me.

Kate

“This guy,”I say as I point to the screen. I’ve been going over people Anna says are frequent patrons of the auction.

Auggie pinches the bridge of his nose. It’s a telltale sign that he can’t remember something. He needs a better poker face, but we don’t have much time to work on that. “Patrick…Reynolds.”

“Yes. Stop pinching the bridge of your nose,” I scold.

“Kate, why does it matter if I know all their names and who they are and why they might be there? I’m new. It’s not like they are going to expect me to know all of the people attending.”

I groan. “Because you need to be like five steps ahead of everyone. What if the crown isn’t there, but one of these guys already has it? You need to know them so you can ask questions, gauge their responses.”

“I…” He trails off and I know he’s thinking about the fact that he doesn’t know how far he’s willing to go on this mission.

I turn to him. “Is this a wham-bam, thank you, ma’am?”

He chuckles. “A what?”

“You know…a one-time deal?”

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