Page 60 of Royal Hottie
He smirks but says nothing. Instead he undoes my denim shorts and pulls them down along with my panties. Then he pulls back the covers, lifts me by the waist, and tosses me on the bed.
“Ah! Phillip! You can’t just toss me around like a doll.”
“I like how easy it is to lift you.” He grins. “I’ll try to restrain myself. Or you could do the same to me.” He starts unbuttoning his shirt, looking smug. He knows I could barely move him. He’s bigger with at least fifty pounds of muscle on me. There are other ways…
I sit up and undo his pants, quickly freeing him. Then I take his thick erection in hand. “I can bring you to your knees with one suck.”
He grips my hair in one hand, tilting my face up to his. “You could bring me to my knees with one word. I love you so damn much, Ruby. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
My jaw drops at the words uttered so sincerely I can’t help but believe him. No man has ever felt so strongly about me that they’d do absolutely anything. Most guys did the bare minimum.
He smiles as he pushes me onto my back. “So you see, the power dynamic here is decidedly in your favor.” He rolls a condom on and rises over me, nudging my legs apart, fitting himself between them.
“Phillip.”
He entwines his fingers with mine and raises my hands above my head, pinning them to the mattress. “Yes, love?”
“No one has ever said anything like that to me in my life.”
“Glad to be the first.” He slides smoothly inside me, bringing a delicious ache. “Wrap your ankles high on my waist.”
The moment I do, he pumps into me, deep and hard and fast. It’s exactly what I need. His gaze is locked on mine, the intensity building with every stroke. He slips a hand under me, angling my hips up, taking me deeper. My breath is ragged as I draw closer and closer to the edge. His mouth closes over mine, his body shifting inside me, triggering an intense pleasure. Everything in me coils tight. My head arches back as I break in a rush of pleasure. He keeps pumping, bringing more pleasure. My soft moans turn to a harsh cry as I go over again, and then he lets go, pumping deep, and then finally stilling.
I beam, euphoric, as he gives me his weight. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He lifts his head and smiles, kissing me tenderly. “I love you too. Hmm…three I love yous for two orgasms. I think I owe you another orgasm soon.” He rolls to his back on the mattress next to me.
I roll to my side, facing him, and prop up on my elbow. “I like the way you think.” I run my hand over his heated chest. “And I’m always game for more.”
He turns his face toward me and smiles. “Just give me a moment.”
I straddle him, reach for the radio and turn it down. He sits up with me in his arms, grabs the covers, and pulls them over both of us as he lies back down. His warm hand strokes down my back, and I rest my hands on his chest and look up at him. His eyes are closed, his expression relaxed. He’s got scruff like he forgot to shave, and I love that he was so focused on getting back to me, fixing things between us, that he forgot the basics.
I kiss his chest. “Did you repack your suitcase, or is that suitcase from your last trip?”
“It’s from India. I wanted to go straight to you, but I had to stop at home for Anna and Gabriel.”
“She told me about Mike. We should go over later.”
“Yes. How do you feel about food?”
“I like food.”
“Excellent.”
An hour later, we’re sitting in plush white robes in the small dining area of the suite, enjoying a delicious lunch. And then we make plans—big plans—working out the logistics of our lives as true equals and partners. Everything goes through the filter ofdoes this allow us to be our best selves together?Then it’s a yes, otherwise no. He’s at the center of my life, and I’m at the center of his. Our next stop is back to Villroy for his sister Emma’s wedding; then it’s off to New York City for a meeting at the UN before heading back to Tampa.
My life will soon be three different roles—the wife of a prince, an interior designer and big sister in Florida, and an ambassador for clean water. I’m not officially an ambassador, but, at my request, Phillip will be putting me in charge of spearheading efforts for girls and education. That’s my special project, and I love it.
“What about kids?” he asks. “I’d definitely like kids.”
I sit up straight, joy spreading through me. “Yes to kids, after we’re done travelling. Maybe when I’m thirty. Is that okay?” I know he’s twenty-nine. I’m asking him to wait five years.
“Absolutely. How many?”
“My mom had a lot of miscarriages. I’m not sure how it will go for me.”
He takes my hand across the table. “If there’s any difficulty, we could always adopt. We’ve seen all the orphans left behind in devastated areas.”
