Page 79 of Breathtaking

“You’re happy and safe. I’ve got everything I need today. Now don’t cry—because your husband is coming this way, and I don’t feel like having to explain myself and why you’re crying to him,” he teases but means every word of it. There are few people in this world my brother will ever be expected to explain himself to. But for me, he did it.

He stands and lifts my chin. “You will always be Her Royal Highness, Lennon Allison Windsor, Princess Royal of Mornea. Do not forget that—because one day you will stand next to me when I’m crowned, and I will be so proud to have you at my side, little sister.” Maddox stands just outside of the pergola, close enough that he can hear every word but far enough that he’s still being respectful. “And at that point, I guess I’ll give him a title too.”

“Not the baby,” I murmur, and Maddox moves in next to me as Rhys tilts his head, confused. “I don’t want him to have a title or the pressure that comes along with it. I’ll do whatever I can, if and when I’m allowed to come back home. I’ll serve you in any way. But I want him to have the choices we never had.”

Maddox’s grip on my hip tightens, like he’s expecting my brother to object, but I know Rhys too well to expect that.

“Then you’ll give him whatever name you want, but he’ll always know he has family in both places.”

Satisfied with my brother’s answer, Maddox offers him his hand, and we watch as Rhys walks away. “So, no prince?”

“Pretty sure the world already has enough Beneventi princes.” I trace his lips with my finger, and he catches it between his teeth.

“Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Where are we going?” I smile. He’s been so secretive about our honeymoon, I haven’t been able to pry a single thing out of him. “Are we leaving tonight?”

“You’re really bad about surprises, you know that? They’re supposed to be fun.”

I look up at him, the seriousness of my earlier conversation already forgotten. “Listen, I had to trust your sister to pack for me. That’s more stressful than fun.”

He shrugs. “I told her you didn’t need clothes because I planned to keep you naked all week.”

“You didn’t...” I gasp. “ Please tell me you didn’t.”

His lips tip up on one side in a beautifully sexy, crooked smile, equal parts guilt and promise.

Hopefully, our destination will be warm.

* * *

Maddox smacks my ass as we board the Kingston family’s private jet, then pulls me against him. “I want you naked and waiting for me in the bedroom when I’m done speaking to the pilot, wife.”

“Is that safe, husband?” I tangle my fingers in his hair. “How would I put on my seatbelt?”

He shakes his head and grabs my face, licking into my mouth. “Go, Lennon.”

Ohh. I love an impatient Maddox.

I hurry back to the bedroom with a different idea, while Maddox stops in the front where Maria is sitting with the flight attendant. Maybe I should feel bad for what I have very little doubt he’s saying, but I don’t. Not even a little bit. We haven’t had a minute of privacy since Caitlin woke us up this morning, and he’s enjoyed driving me crazy all day.

Gracie warned me I’d be in a constant state of turned-on once I hit a certain point in my pregnancy, but I don’t think it’s the pregnancy. I think it’s Maddox.

I throw a little cold water on my face and run my fingers through my hair, then adjust my boobs a bit before walking back into the main cabin. Still fully clothed.

And when the door shuts behind Maddox and the click of a lock slides into place, my skin heats as his eyes melt. “I thought I told you no clothes.”

“You also said the bedroom, but I thought this could be more fun,” I challenge.

Both his hands gently grab my face and hold me in place. His thumb traces my cheek, sending goosebumps dancing down my spine, and I practically purr. “Then tell me what you want, Lennon. Anything you want... tell me. Take it. It’s yours.”

I lean my face into his palm and melt into him.

My body desperate for the pleasure he’s been teasing me with all day.

The tiny touches.

Lingering gazes.

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