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Louis nodded, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He unrolled a condom over his cock, and I watched, following its path with interest. He undid the belts holding my arms and pulled me over on top of him. His long cock pressed against my entrance, and I was more than wet for him.
“Yes,” he breathed. He rested his hands on my hips, guiding me as I lifted myself and slid down him. His cock filled me up, both thick and long, until it hit the end of me.
He moaned. “You feel so good.” He reached out, pulling me to him for a raw kiss.
Pulling back, I began to move, circling my hips, luxuriating in the feel of him filling me up. I watched his feelings play across his face from below half-lowered eyelids. He was so gorgeous. I half wished I could play with him, the way he did with me and the champagne, but I was already speeding toward my next orgasm. I picked up the pace, leaning my head back as need built within me.
His hands pulled on my hips, thrusting his cock deeper within me. Sweat beaded along his brow, and his eyes met mine, full of hunger. “Harper,” he gasped.
I came, pleasure cascading through me, unable to look away from the mirrored ecstasy in his gaze. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and I knew that I was completely lost to this man. Louis wasn’t just a fling or a one-night stand. He was something more, something that I couldn’t quite put into words.
I collapsed against him, our sweat mingling, and lay my cheek against his chest. “That was . . .”
“. . . incredible,” he said, stroking my hair.
4
Louis
Isat on the throne next to my mother as the announcer droned on about our royal visit, and all I could think about was Harper.
It had been mere hours since our magical night, and I’d spent every moment since trying to think of ways to reach out to her. But how could I reach out to her when I didn’t even know her last name? All I knew was that she was beautiful, smart, and incredibly sensual.
My mother nudged me with her elbow as the audience applauded politely. “Pay attention, dear,” she whispered in my ear. “The mayor is about to say something important. And then afterward, we need to talk about your responsibilities as a prince—including finding an appropriate wife soon.”
I sighed inwardly and tried not to let my face show my disappointment. Yes, it was true that I needed a wife—but only if it was for the right reasons. I didn’t want some empty marriage where all we did was go through the motions for appearance’s sake. I wanted something real, something that would make my heart sing—as Harper had.
It was torture to not be able to spend every minute with her, but as my mother so aptly reminded me, I had responsibilities. Still, I planned to see her again as soon as I could get away. The way she had looked up at me in the limo, her eyes full of something I’d never seen before—it was more than desire, more than lust. It was the kind of look that would make a man do anything.
I already knew I’d do anything to have Harper. Anything at all.
Including getting my mother off my back about finding a wife. It wasn’t the first time the Queen had pressured me on the subject. I wasn’t sure what she wanted from me. Did she expect me to just find a woman who happened to fit the bill and not for love? I didn’t want to marry some boring girl just because she was of proper breeding. I didn’t want to marry someone who didn’t make me feel something, something real and passionate and worthwhile.
The last strains of our national anthem ended, and the crowd turned toward me and the Queen. I followed my mother’s lead as we exited the stage. I was already thinking about how soon I could sneak away.
Suddenly the air was filled with the clicking of cameras and shouts of adoration. Reporters were pushing forward to get a glimpse of us, and female fans were clutching at my arms, vying for a handshake or autograph. I did my duty and said pleasant things but I didn’t want to be here. I’d rather be seeing a pretty redhead named Harper.
As my mother made her way through the throng, smiling graciously and chatting with various members of the press, I tried to keep up the act—but all I really wanted was to push through them all and leave.
My stomach twisted in knots as a blonde-haired woman stepped closer, desperation burning in her eyes.
“Prince Louis,” she said, “is it true you’re single?”
A forced smile crossed my face as I replied, “For the moment.”
Her triumphant expression made me feel like a hunted animal. Backing away from her looming presence, I was grateful for the space between us. I knew that look too well—all too often had women tried to trap me with their charms. There was one thing they didn’t know: I wasn’t up for grabs.
Meeting the eyes of the bodyguard nearby, I motioned him over. Justin was the one that had accompanied me last night, and I whispered to him. “Were you able to get Harper’s number?”
I felt a bit like a stalker, but we hadn’t exchanged more than first names last night and I was desperate to see Harper again. I’d had Justin call the bar and see if he could get her number from the bartender. If I had to, I guess we would drop by her place where we’d dropped her last night, but I didn’t want to show up at her door unannounced.
“Yes, sir,” he said, slipping me a small piece of paper.
I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. Now, I just needed to find a private moment and I could call her. I slid the paper into a pocket and returned to my duties.
“Louis,” the Queen said as she passed. She was headed toward the doors. “Meet me at the hotel as soon as you’re done.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, inclining my head. Then I remembered what she’d said we’d discuss and I sighed.
