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She didn’t care.
“Yes. Now get on with it.”
He chuckled, but then he slid his hands under her butt, his fingers digging into her skin, and shifted her forward, shoving her thong aside, and plunging inside of her with one long thrust. Her stomach hollowed out, and pleasure swept through her body as he filled her, his low groan spilling out into her mouth as he flexed his hips, testing her out.
And in that moment, this wasn’t about crossing an item off her bucket list. It wasn’t just doing what Brian had asked of her, living instead of hiding from the world. It was about this man, and the way he made her feel…
Alive.
God, she’d missed that feeling.
He pulled out of her, stopping just short of leaving altogether, and slammed inside her again, his tongue dueling with hers. She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulders, and closed her eyes, letting him take her higher and higher with each thrust of his hips. Deepening his kisses, he reached between them and rubbed his thumb over her, rough and fast. As the pressure built inside her all over again, and his movements grew harder, pleasure exploded with frightening intensity, and she orgasmed with a soft cry.
He tightened his grip on her butt and drove inside her once, twice, three times. On the fourth thrust, his lips froze over hers, and he tensed, his whole body leaning into hers as he came, too. It wasn’t until she drifted back down from that high, that addictive adrenaline rush of those earthshattering orgasms, that she realized what had happened. She’d done it. Actually crossed an item off her list.
She’d seduced a stranger.
Now what?
Oh, right. Now she had to ditch him.
As he moved away, she pushed her dress back down around her thighs and slid away from him backwards, her heart pounding. What did one say to someone she’d just had sex with and had every intention of never seeing again?
“Uh… This was fun. Thanks for the…uh…orgasms.”
He let out a sexy chuckle that made her body respond as if he hadn’t just made her come three times. “You’re—” He stopped talking and froze when he saw she was backing away from him already. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Like I said, thanks.”
He lunged for her hand when he put two and two together—and tripped over his pants, which were tangled up around his ankles.
She lurched back, almost falling on her butt—but not actually doing so. Thank God. ?
?Sorry, gotta go.”
“Wait!” he called out, still regaining his balance.
She ran like hell.
Chapter Three
The next morning, Prince Leopold William George Worthington sat behind his big, maple wood desk, wearing a stiff collar and an even stiffer smile, and straightened his spine before posing for the dozen cameras pointed his way. Flashes burst in rapid succession, making his headache even worse than it already was, and his eyes watered in protest, but he gritted his teeth and kept on smiling.
Maybe that half a bottle of tequila he’d inhaled after the best sex of his life last night hadn’t been the best of ideas after all. But she’d left him there. With his pants around his ankles. Immediately after orgasming. Who the hell did that to someone? Most people would at least take a second to come down from the high and catch their breath or something.
Not just run.
His whole world had been tipped on its axis the second Alicia Forkes stared at him from across that nightclub floor…and didn’t even fucking recognize him.
A flashbulb popped, and he had to force himself not to wince at the bright light. On any other day, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to save his county or his people. He would give his life for them. But, man, he had a hangover from hell, and it was all Alicia’s fault. Her and her beautiful smile…
And her not so beautiful escape afterward.
Maybe if he had some coffee…
He eyed the other man in the room, silently telling him what he required. His aide Harry frowned, clearly getting the message, and held up a hand. “Pause, please. Could we have a moment of privacy?”
The cameras lowered, and the men all nodded, filing out of the office immediately. The press loved their photos, but they loved the formality of a ruler’s authority even more. As soon as the door shut firmly behind them, Leo sagged against the chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Thank you. Coffee, please?”
