Page 61 of Royal Hottie
My throat chokes. He’s such a good man, and he’s right. “I love that idea. Yes. In that case, four kids.”
He grins. “I grew up with six brothers and sisters. Big families are fun. We’ll have help too. Maybe my old nanny will be willing to join our family.”
“If she’s not busy with Anna and Gabriel’s baby.”
“She’s pregnant?”
“Not that I heard, but she told me they’re working on it.”
He snorts. “Working on it. Like fucking could ever be work.” He stands. “C’mere, I need you for very fun purposes. Notice how I didn’t just pick you up like a doll?”
“Good thing! I just ate. Never toss around a fiancée with a full stomach.”
He holds out his hand to me. “Ruby.”
I stand and take his hand. He gives me a tug, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. Then he dips his head, his voice a rumble in my ear, “We’re going to play a game. It’s called screaming orgasm.”
I smile up at him. “I like this game.”
He cups my cheek. “I know you do. I invented it in your honor.”
“You can carry me to the bedroom.”
He scoops me up, cradled in his arms. “So you like that, do you?”
I nod. “It’s romantic.”
He sets me down inside the bedroom, shuts the door, and lifts me so we’re eye to eye, pinning me against the door. I wrap my arms and legs around him. “You and me, Ruby, from here on out. Forever.”
“Yes,” I manage over the lump in my throat. I’ve never known a man who expressed himself so warmly, so lovingly before. He’s got a big heart.
His lips meet mine, and my mind shuts down, lost in sensation. Long moments later, he sets me back on my feet and rips my robe off. I rip his off too. He snags a condom from the robe pocket.
“So prepared!” I exclaim.
“I have to be when I’m around you.” He finishes rolling it on, grabs me by the waist, lifts me, and impales me onto him. My breath shudders out, and I wrap my legs around his waist, the wall at my back. He uses his grip on my hips, lifting me as he pounds into me. “The advantage of your size,” he rasps. “I can lift you like this.”
“Don’t stop.”
And then I go over, my body shuddering around him. He’s got me tight, thrusting over and over. Soft cries escape as the pleasure builds again. He angles me back, his hand sliding between us, stroking me. White-hot sensations rip through me. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders, the intensity nearly unbearable. And then I explode, the scream ripped from my throat. I’m wrecked, collapsed against him, as he thrusts for his own release and slams deep into me one last time, moaning into the side of my neck.
He lifts his head and kisses me tenderly. Then he turns, still holding me, and walks us to the bed, setting me gently down on the mattress before joining me. He rolls me to my side away from him and then spoons his big warm body behind me. I let out a sigh of pure contentment. I don’t mind him maneuvering my body when he does it for these sexy and loving positions.
He brushes my hair back from my face and whispers in my ear, “The guards know what you sound like now when you let go, so you can feel free to let go without worrying about them storming the room.”
I freeze.WHAT?“Phillip?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His arm bands around my waist, pinning me tight against him like I might leap out of bed and ream him. I’m too spent for that.
I keep my voice level. “Did we play the screaming orgasm game for the guards’ benefit?”
“No, darling, that was for you.”
I relax a little.
“That was just a convenient side benefit.”
“Phillip!” I glare at him over my shoulder.
