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“Right.” I resisted the urge to smack him upside his gorgeous head. “You’re telling me the prince of Agafonza had a snafu with a hotel reservation?”
“I understand the hotel is full because of the symposium.” He took my hand and kissed my scarred knuckles. “I’m afraid even I cannot produce extra rooms.”
All those seemingly innocent touches… His proprietary gaze when he thought other men were looking at me… The hand on my waist when it didn’t belong there…
For a smart woman, I sure could be stupid when I put my mind to it. I should have known better than to think he brought me to Stockholm just to be his assistant. This was exactly how hapless women in romance novels got themselves caught up with unscrupulous alphaholes.
Maybe those storybook heroines got their happy ever after, but it didn’t happen in real life. I didn’t have the time or patience to mess with it—no matter how much I wanted to fuck Savva blind.
Then again…
Although I knew I was trying to justify taking what I wanted, his engagement hadn’t been announced, so technically, I wouldn’t be cheating. I also hadn’t seen him with a woman the entire time I’d been in the palace—meaning I might have been judging him unfairly.
Heck, for all I knew, there wasn’t an engagement at all, and he was willing to let Agafonza revert to Russia. It wasn’t as if I’d bothered to find out for sure, and I’d never heard the other servants gossip about a fiancée. If there had been a woman waiting for him to put a ring on her finger, everyone in the palace would have been talking about it. I trusted their judgment more than some lurid website or bird cage liner tabloid.
Would it be so bad if he was my summer fling? I could go in with my eyes open, knowing there couldn’t be anything between us except the mutual urge to scratch an itch. If he didn’t have condoms, I was sure a place this fancy would have an accommodating concierge. He wouldn’t want a baby with me, of all people—any more than I wanted one with him.
It sure would be a great story to tell the nursing home staff when I was old and gray—not that they’d believe me.
Hiding a smile at the thought, I turned to face him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a man work this hard to get me into bed before.”
SAVVA
I should have known Damaris would figure it out. She was a brilliant woman with a very quick mind. Of course, that was what made her so irresistible to me.
Her wealth and position were simply the icing on a delectable cake, and I was certain her reign over Agafonza would be spectacular.
Her stunning beauty didn’t hurt either, but a pleasing appearance didn’t make one a ruler. Alivia was one of the most beautiful women in the world and would have driven my beloved homeland into the dirt.
“I believe that’s an untruth,” I finally said. “Perhaps you didn’t notice when they tried.”
After witnessing her razor-sharp focus for the opening speeches, I was firmly convinced she wouldn’t have cared if someone set off a bomb in the seat next to her.
She shrugged, obviously unsure whether to believe me. “Maybe.”
“I wanted you the moment I saw you.” I focused my attention on Damaris and stroked her arm with a gentle fingertip. I had no intention of telling her I’d chosen her over a year prior.
“That explains why you were always naked when I came to clean your room.” She backed out of my reach and studied me for a moment. “Why me?”
“You’re very beautiful.”
She snorted and her brown eyes hardened into chips of stone. “Really, Your Highness? That’s the best you can do?”
Hadn’t I asked her to call me by my given name? As I tried to control my irritation, she walked inside, but I caught her before she could escape. Without giving her a chance to protest, I trapped her against the wall and kissed her.
I needed to claim her. Bite her until her lips were swollen and she begged for me. Instead, I forced myself to be gentle before I frightened her—not that I was averse to scaring her a bit, but such games weren’t appropriate for our first encounter.
Damaris Lawton would be my wife. I had plenty of time to introduce her to my preferences. Besides, I doubted she was the type to scare easily.
She tasted like champagne and was just as intoxicating. Her scent of flowers and warm woman swirled through my lungs, nearly stealing my breath as I nipped at her plush bottom lip until she opened for me.
The tiny gasps and whimpers of pleasure against my mouth sent every drop of blood into my cock. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my hips as her short nails dug into my shoulders. She didn’t stop kissing me until I carried her into the closest bedroom.
As if realizing where she was, she pulled back, but didn’t break eye contact. “Do you have condoms?”
“Always.”
Condoms do fail. She’ll never know.
