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She doesn't say anything more. She simply watches me as she reaches back and unzips her dress. The purple fabric pools at her feet. She leans over to unbuckle the thin straps on her shoes, then kicks off her heels. She straightens and reaches behind her to unclasp her strapless bra.
Then she's bare except for the tiny triangle of her panties. She even reaches up and pulls the clips from her hair, letting her long blond tresses tumble around her shoulders.
I stand, still in my pants and shirt, staring at her blatantly.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. And she's mine. She may not obsess over me the way I do her, but she belongs here. Her body is mine, her words are mine, her huge heart is mine…even if I have to share it with a number of other things.
"Come here," I order simply.
She steps out of the circle of fabric and walks toward me. When she’s standing right in front of me, I reach out and run my hand from her shoulder to her fingertips. Then I grasp her hip and bring her closer. "I want this tiara to stay on your head. No matter what we do. Keep your chin up, princess, or your crown will slip."
She nods. “Yes, Your Highness."
That doesn’t even sound sarcastic.
I run my hand from her hip over her stomach, then down to cup her through the damp silk fabric. I run my middle finger over her clit, and she sighs softly.
“So wet.”
She swallows. “Your fault.”
“Damn right.” I move both hands and strip the bikini panties down her legs. "Step out."
She does, and I bring them up to my face. I take a long breath in, inhaling her scent.
"Good girl."
"So do I get rewarded?"
God, I love when she teases me. "Well, you were bad at dinner. I wanted everyone to gush over what a wonderful couple we are. All you wanted to do was talk about your vegetables."
She shakes her head. "That's not true."
"You're obsessed with the farm."
"I'm obsessed with making it successful. For you."
I toss the panties to the side and reach up to cup her face. "You light up about your work. The farms, the video call with the kids, even the idea of the market makes you so fucking happy."
I don't like that they make her happier than I seem to. It's not her fault. I can't blame her for not feeling for me the way I do for her. I knew that going in. Jonah pointed it out and I waved it off. If anything, it's my own fault.
I do think over time she’ll come to love me.
But I can’t tell her yet or she’ll run. We made a deal. She specifically told me what she wanted…and what she didn’t want.
I can’t mess this up or I could lose her for good. I have to be patient.
Not my strong suit.
But I can keep showing her how much I love her.
And for the rest of tonight, I want her thoughts completely absorbed by me.
I move to lock the door, though I doubt anyone in the palace would dare interrupt us. I will tolerate no distractions. Not in actuality, and not in my wife's head.
Then I turn to face her.
"Undress me," I tell her.
