Page 43 of His Princess

I took the seat at the head of the table, and Derek and Kit claimed a couple of chairs to my right, leaving the one on the left for Quin.

I grinned at Kit. “How has school been, kiddo? For real? You met any hot girls?”

Kit rolled his eyes.

The conversation started with light topics about school, his best friend, Sky, and his mom—Derek rolled his eyes here but didn’t say anything—and quite interestingly, he mentioned Derek’s bodyguard, War. I listened intently, nodding and joining in with my opinion when necessary. I liked Kit. He was a good kid, and considering the kind of work Derek did, he’d somehow managed to raise Kit to be safe and healthy with a good view of life.

Quin came out with the food at intervals, plopping down a dish of sliced lamb before he was back again with an assortment of veggies, from roasted sweet potatoes, to peas, to carrots, and by the time he was done and sitting beside me, he grinned with pride.

“This looks delicious, Quin,” Kit murmured in awe, staring around at all the food. “Wow. No wonder Colt wants to keep you around.”

Quin slapped a hand over his mouth and chuckled. “Well, I do try.”

“He’s more than a good cook.” I reached out to slide my fingers into his and squeezed them. “He’s a gorgeous human, too.”

“And your wife,” Quin whispered back, eyes shining. “And that means something to me, too.”

Fuck. He was going to kill me.

“All this romantic stuff is giving me a toothache.” Derek chuckled when Kit shot him a narrow look.

“Or a sweet tooth,” Kit retaliated. “You need to find a partner, Dad. It’s been too long since Mom left.”

“Oh God, here we go again, Colt.” Derek grinned. “Don’t have kids. Stick with a wife. Kids are a pain in the ass.”

“Gentlemen.” Quin pointed at Kit, then Derek. “No arguing at my dinner table. Now, let’s eat.”

I laughed loudly and grabbed Quin’s chair, dragging it closer. Pecking a kiss on his mouth, I inhaled his soft flowery scent. Perfect.

Derek and Kit started to help themselves, and I took a moment to appreciate tonight and how easily Quin and I had fallen into this life. Our life. We were hosting dinners with my good friend and his son. Bethany and I had never done this—she hadn’t even spent time with Derek while we were together. But within four months of our relationship starting, Quin and I had friends over for dinner in a way that only a real married couple could.

This was perfect and I didn’t want it to end. Ever.

“What do you think of the lamb, Derek? Not too dry?” Quin grabbed a knife and fork, cutting a piece of lamb on his plate before holding it out to me. I took the fork into my mouth and pulled the food off with my lips before chewing. The burst of flavors tantalized my tongue, and I moaned in delight.

“It’s flawless, Quin. I think you need to come cook for me.” Derek sent me a wicked grin, and I pointed at him because I was too busy eating. That was enough to make him cackle. Bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing.

Two weeks passed in a happy haze, and the ring box was still tucked away in the bottom drawer of my desk. I stared at the blue velvet case that sat there in the open drawer, nerves stirring in my stomach. Tonight was the night, I was sure of it. I had big plans that involved taking Quin out somewhere nice where I could finally get on my knee and pop the question.

“Honey?” Quin’s voice echoed outside the den, and I quickly closed the drawer with my foot, leaning back in my leather chair as he opened the door, coming to an abrupt stop with a curious stare. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing?” I teased him with a smirk, nodding toward him and the short dress he wore. The top part was beige with a V-neck that teased between his nipples, but the second half of the dress was black leather and short enough that it barely covered the middle of his smooth, freshly waxed thighs. “Is that for me?”

He took a step back, eyes darkening. “Maybe. If you can catch me.”

“Ah. We’re doing that, are we, Princess?” I stood carefully, watching him as he took a few more steps backward.

He wore flats this time, giving him a better chance at running, and the moment he turned and bolted, I rushed around the desk to chase. He squealed, racing out through the hallway and past the kitchen. I caught him in the living room and tackled him against one of the walls beside the couch, spinning him around and slamming his back against it.

“Daddy,” he whined when I teased my mouth against his, dragging my teeth over his bottom lip. “Please.”

“Please what, baby girl?” I nipped the corner of his mouth and spread kisses over his cheek, down his jaw, and across his neck, nibbling on his skin as I went. I wanted everyone at his college to know he was mine. I hated the days when he went to classes because he couldn’t text back as much, and I missed him. “Tell me what you want, and Daddy will give it to you.”

He moaned and tilted his head back, granting unlimited access to the column of his throat, and I bit at his flesh until the paleness was blushing red under my teeth. His hips pumped forward, the hardness trapped in whatever panties he was wearing today humping against my thigh while he searched for friction. “Want you to breed me, Husband. Want to be full with your baby.”

“Yeah, you do.” I carded my fingers through his hair, messy around his shoulders, and tugged it, pulling his head back farther. I traced his jaw with my lips, kissing along the sharp edges eagerly. “I want that, too, Princess. Fill you up until there’s no choice, except for your body to get pregnant with your husband’s baby.”

His moans grew louder and his pumping hips became more erratic. I raised my eyebrows at the familiar sounds of his orgasm approaching.

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