Page 78 of The Prince Who Loved Me

The limo came to a halt and Sebastien tucked Brandi neatly beside him in time for Loïc to open the door. His bodyman didn’t even look at them, just stood to the side as Sebastien and Brandi exited the car.

He took Brandi’s hand and helped her up the stairs, then pulled her through the doorway into the deserted hallway and jogged to the elevator. She giggled as they ran, telling him she was as eager as he. He pressed the button, his foot tapping out his impatience. The doors open and he swung them inside, Loïc trailing after them.

Sebastien felt no qualms pushing the man out right before the doors were closing.

“Rude,” Brandi said.

“Necessary,” Sebastien answered. He pressed her against the wall and crushed his mouth to hers, deepening the pressure and flicking his tongue inside until she was moaning from the contact.

The elevator dinged way too soon. The doors opened and Loïc entered, his shoulders raising and lowering while he inhaled gasps of air. Sebastien opened his mouth to protest, but the man glared and held up one large finger. “Non.”

“Très bien,” he answered. Very well. He shouldn’t complain, since the man was only doing his job.

“Told you,” Brandi said.

Loïc softened his glare for her and turned his back onthem, watching the elevator numbers rise. Sebastien held her hand, his thumb stroking the soft spot on her palm. When the elevator stopped, Loïc got off first. He opened the hotel suite door and did a quick check while Sebastien and Brandi stood in the doorway, then moved aside.

“Good night.”

***

Brandi was already making beeline for the bedroom and reaching for the zipper on the back of her dress by the time Loïc closed the door. She was wet, and her nipples were hardened, sensitized by the friction with the dress. A swirling heat filled her belly. All niceties had been taken care off in the car.

Sebastien saw what she was doing and following, tearing off his jacket and kicking off his shoes as he walked. His hands fumbled with his bow tie, but he managed to get it undone as she stepped out of her dress, leaving it in a puddle on the floor. He chucked his pants off and two seconds later she was flat on her back on the bed, his solid body between her legs.

Yes, yes, yes. Every cell screamed with need. His scorching kisses burned her as they fumbled to remove the rest of their clothes, and he entered her, hot and hard.

“Ahhhh.” She arched into him, acting on blind instinct and a driving need for this man. Desire pulsed through her, pumping her hips to meet his thrusts.

Sebastien put his hand above her shoulders. “I need more of you,” he gasped.

She shivered at his words. “Have me.”

That was all he needed. One hand tangled in her hair, his mouth feasted upon her nipple, and he slammed into her, fast and furious, over and over. She curled her hand through his hair, loving the feeling of him on top of her. Sensation bombarded her, thrill after thrill as her core tightened and heat movedthrough her, gathering at her center.

His hand moved between them. One flick of his finger against her clit and her muscles surged. She broke apart and cried out, her mind flying as the intense orgasm wracked her body. His fingers kept moving until she was drained. A few more thrusts of pulsing heat before he tensed, moaning her name against her neck before collapsing on top of her.

She hugged him to her, trying stifle the tears that threatened to fall to her cheeks. She’d never cried afterward before. Everything had been perfect.

So these were tears of joy. Of happiness. Of love.

Sebastien shifted off of her, catching her around the waist before she scooted away and tucked her back against his chest. His arm was across her naked belly, his breaths light and even. She entwined their hands and he gave a small hum of satisfaction.

She knew the feeling.

Brandi must have dozed, because it seemed no time had passed before there was a sharp knock on the door. She barely had time to pull a blanket over her before the door opened.

“Forgive me, Your Highness. Miss Brandi.” Massimo stood with his back against the door jamb, keeping his eyes on the frame.

“What is it, Massimo?” Sebastien mumbled.

Brandi’s phone rang. “It’s Jordan.”

“You should get that,” Massimo said to the ceiling. Sebastien pressed a kiss on her shoulder.

Brandi ignored the trepidation gathering in her chest and answered the call. “Hey. What’s going on?”

“Brandi. Your mom’s here. At the hotel.” Jordan cut right to the point.