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“Right.”
“So why are you doing this now?” The words had barely left her lips before comprehension dawned. “Who has she threatened this time?”
“My mother,” he said, his fingers clenching into tight fists at his sides.
“Calanthe?” she asked, stunned.
Jameson quickly outlined the current state of affairs.
“My mother is financially secure, but she’s been a part of this family since she was seventeen. She’s never known any other life. Can she survive outside of the royal family? Of course. Should she have to out of spite? No.”
“And you trust the queen to keep her word?”
“Not really. But I trust Catherine. And she’s promised me that my mother will be fine.” He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to spring all of this on you on your first day here.”
“No, it’s okay. Really. I understand.”
“With my increased duties I may not be able to spend as much time together as I wanted.”
His situationhadchanged. Now that he was taking over Julian’s duties, there would be more opportunities for those appearances and photos she needed.
This fairy talewillbe televised.
Her stomach twisted into knots. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.”
He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead. “Enough of that intrusion. Let’s finish our conversation. What were you going to tell me about needing something for the deal to go through?”
Tell him!He might help you!
“It can wait,” she said. “Just know that everything will turn out just as we anticipated.”
“I have no doubt,” he said, walking over to his door and locking it. “Anything else we need to discuss that requires my full attention.”
“No.”
“Good,” he said. He moved quickly and scooped her up into his arms. “Because I can’t wait another moment until I’m reacquaintedwith the feel of your body and the taste of your sweetness on my tongue.”
The couch’s supple leather was cool against her back. Above her, Jameson’s features were taut, a hint of a blush staining his cheekbones, and she was awestruck by the sharp line of his stubbled jaw and the inferno sparking in his eyes. The man had been overly blessed. It wasn’t enough to possess drop-dead gorgeous looks. He had to have intelligence and humor, too.
Their lips met and she gave herself to it, dazed by the hungry possessiveness of the contact. He seared a blazing trail of kisses from her ear, along her cheek, and down her neck, causing her to moan, her heart thudding in her chest, her breath coming quickly. Exquisite sensations rippled through her and her nipples beaded and abraded deliciously against the fabric of her bra.
Everything about him called to her and she wanted to be closer to him than what was humanly possible.
Do you?
She tried to block out the inner critic that wondered if she should be doing this. Was it right to enjoy all this satisfaction if she wasn’t being honest with him?
But when he gripped the edge of her shirt, the back of his hand scorched her lower belly, and she could give a shit about anything else.
He kissed every plane of skin revealed, his tongue dipping into her navel and curving the sensitive underside of her breasts. He palmed the lobes, squeezing them, and flicking the hardened nubs in a way that had her thrashing, the sensations so overwhelming.
He licked the valley.
“Next time I’m going to place my cock here,” he said, patting her sternum, “and watch it slide in between your tits.”
The mouth on this man! No matter how he was using it, he was a skilled master.
“Will you hold them together for me?” he asked gruffly. “Tight like this?”
