Page 43 of Royal Hottie
“I’ll be clear what we really want.”
I flush, imagining that conversation.No, not condoms this time, we’re still putting those to good use, thanks. Yes, I wantcandyin the box.“No, thanks.”
“Okay.”
I put my hands to my overheated cheeks. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“You wanted me so badly. What was I supposed to do? Deny you your baser urges while I took a trip to the pharmacy?” He cups his hands over his mouth and announces, “Hallo, everyone! Prince Phillip Rourke is in need of a box of condoms!”
I laugh.
He grins. “I had to be discreet.”
“Why didn’t you tell me what it was?”
He cups the back of my neck and pulls me in for a quick kiss. “Because you were already jumpy about the guards being nearby, and I didn’t want you even more jumpy knowing I asked the concierge to hide a dozen condoms in a chocolatier box. Yet another reason it’s good you don’t understand French. I can surprise you with thoughtful condom gifts.”
“That was thoughtful.” I beam at him. I can’t help it. His consideration of my feelings is beyond what I thought any man was capable of. “Wait, you wouldn’t use my ignorance of French against me, would you?”
He puts a hand to his heart. “You wound me. Now thank me for the condoms.”
I climb into his lap and wrap my arms and legs around him. “Thank you.”
He pushes my hair back behind my ear and cradles my jaw. “When you’re with me, you have to get used to being in the public eye. And doing some things a little differently.”
“Like order condoms disguised as chocolate.”
He kisses me and smiles against my mouth. “Exactly.”
And then I kiss him passionately, with everything I’m feeling for this wonderful man. There’s only hunger and a need that grows more intense with every joining. I need this. I need him.
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Hours later, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a plush white towel. Phillip is still in the shower, his palms flat against the tile wall, his head hanging low as he catches his breath. I’m pretty pleased with my work there. This is a fun game. After our bath, we went back to the bed, made love, slept, made love again, and then hours later made it to the shower. I just gave him a blowjob he won’t soon recover from. It was only fair after he asked me so politely to please allow him to tie me to the bedposts and then claimed control of my orgasms. I swear I blacked out after the fifth one.
I grab another towel and snap his ass with it. He straightens and narrows his eyes at me.
“Move it, Rourke. We need to get dressed so we can get something to eat.”
He grabs the towel, wraps it around his waist, and steps into my personal space. “You are high on power.”
I grin. “I am. You have only yourself to blame. You taught me the game.”
He wraps my hair around his fist and gives a tug, tilting my face up for his kiss. “I fucking love it.” Only it sounds likeI love you.Fierce, intense, heartfelt.
I stare at him, searching his features, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Neither of us has actually said it full out. It terrifies and elates me at the same time.
He gazes down at me steadily. “Come with me on the Global Sun Water tour.”
I swallow down the lump of emotion. “Phillip, I know we’ve had a wonderful night together, but we agreed on a limit.”
“It’s only five weeks.”
“I need to get home.”
He drops his grip on my hair, and I step out of the steamy bathroom, searching for my clothes, which I haven’t worn since we stepped into this oasis of a hotel room.
He watches me for a moment and then turns from me, gathering his clothes. We dress in silence.
