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The vein in his tehtened “I’ve already told you, trying isn’t an option”
He dwarfed her—his warainst her jaw and his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room She kissed the spot on his thumb where her teeth had been Hard and soft Bite and caress Need and denial That was them in a nutshell And this push and pull between them that had nearly knocked her to her knees the first time she saw him? It scared her al back her crown
“Is there anything thatme on the throne?”
He dropped his hand, her question see his queen Still, he didn’t move back, didn’t inch his knee away from hers
“No” There wasn’t a trace of doubt or hesitation in his answer It was like she’d asked if the sky was neon pink
She slid her hand inside her loose T-shirt and plucked the key fob out of her strapless bra “Give me your hand” He held out his hand, pal his strong fingers around it “You’ve got your queen”
The nausea she expected never rose in her throat Her palms didn’t become clammy And for the first ti next and the part she’d play Finally, her destiny was her own
Dom stood up, and she had to crane her neck to take all of hi position The man kne to fill out a pair of jeans and a fisherh, round ass, broad chest, and thick, corded forearms visible where he’d pushed the sleeves up It wasn’t just his h; it was the stubborn tilt to his chin, the confidence shining in his blue eyes, and the aura of power that emanated from him every time he so much as breathed
Plain and simple, she wanted him, and this would be the last few days of her life when she could have what she wanted without worrying about how it fit into her life as queen For the next two days, they weren’t the billionaire co together as the princess and the reporter in Roer, she could be just a woman and he could be the man who rocked her world
“You’re staring,” he said, his tone gruff ant, pulling her attention to his handsome face
“I know” Liquid heat flowed through her, and she let her gaze ski ant of hiest we take advantage of it”
There went that vein at his teain “What’s your proposal?”
She slipped her hand under her shirt, reaching around behind for the hooks holding her strapless bra closed, loving the soft growl of a groan he made as he watched “Our own Roman holiday, but with more naked and fewer tourist attractions”
“After that you go back to your royal duties” He stepped closer, putting her practically within licking distance of his hard cock fighting against the confines of his jeans
“Exactly” More words weren’t possible right now She was surprised she got a three-syllable word out, considering the trouble she was having unhooking her bra, an action she’d done a million times before