The timing was just right because only a moment later, I saw Abigail and Drew running toward us.
“Are you guys ready to get back on the tour?” Maggie asked.
“Yes!” Abigail answered excitedly.
I wasn’t.
I couldn’t focus on anything at the museum. The only thing I could focus on, the only thing I wanted to focus on, was Maggie. I found myself obsessively thinking about later when I would have her alone to myself again. Everything I might do to her when given the opportunity.
It had me thoroughly excited.
I pretty much zoned out for the rest of the tour. Abigail or Drew would occasionally engage me, and of course I’d answer, but then my mind would drift back to Maggie.
I watched her endlessly. I loved the way she moved. I loved her curvy body. I loved the way her hair bounced with every step … as well as her ass. As she walked, I imagined that body walking naked toward me.
I couldn’t believe how insatiably I wanted this woman. I was not this guy. Why did I feel such strong desire to be around her? Why couldn’t I get her out of my head? This was nearing obsession, and I couldn’t figure out why.
The only possible explanation I could come up with was that she simply made me … happy. It had been so long since I felt true, unadulterated happiness. She provided that for me.
Speaking to her brought out something in me that I hadn’t felt since I was a kid. Usually, I would spend my time with people who would temporarily fill the void of loneliness. With her, there was no loneliness, there was no avoiding negativity. I felt at peace.
I wanted more of that. I’d chase that feeling to the ends of the earth.
Chapter 11
Maggie
I was a total idiot for agreeing to meet Edward after my shift finished.
I mean, really, what did I think I was doing? I had made such a thing out of the fact that I couldn’t continue to spend time with Edward, that I would get too attached. Then he asked me to spend time with him, and I just agreed?
It was so stupid, but I didn’t know how to resist him. That was part of the reason why I didn’t want to see him at work in the first place.
Now, as I was about to finish my meeting with Abigail and Drew’s teachers, my heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe I was about to see him again. Would he want to have sex?
I assumed he would. Why else would he be asking me to meet him? I wasn’t naïve. I didn’t think that this meant he wanted to date me. I knew that he had no interest in dating anyone exclusively, and I didn’t think I would be the exception to that rule.
Being that I wasn’t the exception, I couldn’t succumb to Edward again. No, I would meet with him because I had already agreed to, but I would only meet with him to inform him that we needed to cease any intimate relations. Yeah, that was good… I’d be entirely upfront that I wasn’t interested in being a fling for him or anyone else. Hopefully he’d understand, and it wouldn’t affect our relationship too much at work.
I left my meeting with the kids’ teachers and entered the west wing of the palace. It was a quiet wing, mostly made up of guest bedrooms that were currently unused.
I heard footsteps coming from behind me and turned around to see Edward standing there, a smile on his face.
“Here, follow me,” he said as he took my hands and pulled me into one of the guest bedrooms.
As soon as his hand touched mine, a familiar tingle of excitement ran down my spine. He shut the door behind us, and I had to pluck up the courage to tell him we couldn’t do this anymore.
“Look, Edward, I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”
“What?”
“You know, us seeing each other. It doesn’t feel like the right thing to do. I mean, are you so sure this is a good idea?”
“No,” he admitted. “To be honest, I’m not at all considering whether it’s a good idea or not. I’m only considering one thing—the fact that I desperately need to have you.”
He pulled me in close and kissed me once again. I told myself to pull away, but as his tongue explored mine, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It just felt so damned good.
Besides, if I was ending this now, what was one more kiss? I might as well enjoy his mouth one last time.
So, I did. For minutes. When he pulled away, he looked at me seriously.
“Do you really want to focus on how this isn’t a good idea? Or do you want to allow yourself to enjoy the moment? To enjoy me?”
I bit my lip. He had a point. Sure, I wasn’t special enough to be hooking up with the Prince of England… This would never go anywhere, I’d never be his, and yeah… I may get a little attached.
Did I really want to let go of the fun that I was having now because of a potential attachment? No, I didn’t think I did.
“If you want me to stop, I will. It’s up to you.”
“No,” I said without thinking. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned and resumed kissing me.
I was a worried that someone could walk in on us. It wasn’t the same as being in Edward’s penthouse. At any moment, we could be barged in on.
It should have been enough to get me to stop, but oddly, it only encouraged me to continue. I thought about how taboo it would be for me to be caught in bed with Edward. Though I didn’t want to be, the sneaking around made it all the sexier.
I did want this to be done fairly quickly, though. I wanted to get my fix and get out of here.
I also wanted him to dominate me the way he had before so to encourage that, I bit down on his lip to hint that I wanted this rough.
He got that hint.
He threw me down on the bed so roughly I bounced once. He started pulling his pants down, leaving his shirt on. In true quickie fashion, I did the same. Taking both my pants and panties off quickly.
He did lean down to give me oral again, like a true gentleman, but I didn’t feel we had the time. Still, it was hard for me to resist, so I let him at least lick me a bit to prime my fervor.
I didn’t know how he was so good at this, but he had easily given me the best oral I experienced in my life. He knew just how hard to press down on my clit. He ran his tongue in circles around me like no man had before. Last time we had sex; it took everything I had not to come from the oral alone.
I didn’t want that. I was greedy. I wanted to feel his full, fat cock inside me, thrusting roughly. It had been so damn amazing the first time. I’d never slept with anyone who had a cock his size. It filled me completely and stimulated places I didn’t even know existed before.
“Just jam it into me, we don’t have much time,” I said in a low voice, not wanting to be heard by anyone who might’ve been in the hall.
“Your wish is my command,” he said softly as he pressed the tip of his cock against my pussy.
In one swift movement, he had jammed his stiff rod inside me. I was so soaking wet that it slid easily.
I threw my head back on the pillow and started moaning against my better judgement. It was like an involuntary action. He pushed against the walls of my pussy and exerted so much pleasure that I felt I had to verbalize it.
Thankfully, Edward had the quick thinking to cover my mouth with his hands so that my groans were muffled. This was even hotter. I loved when he exerted some control over my body.
I was so turned on right now.
I reminded myself that this would be my last time with him and encouraged myself to savor it.
He ran his hand up my shirt, groping at my breasts as he moved in and out of me. He’d periodically pull his cock back, almost as if he was going to pull out of me, and then slammed his dick into me harshly. It felt like he was teasing me.
As much as I liked being teased, I feared we’d be interrupted and that this wouldn’t last long. I wanted him to fuck me harder, but with his hand over my mouth, I couldn’t very well say that.
So I grabbed his ass, digging my fingernails into his skin. Then I jerked him toward me.
He got the
picture. He drilling me furiously, going from zero to one hundred in just a second, and I was trying to keep my moans to just that—moans.
I really wanted to scream.
He was hitting every pleasurable point inside my body. And it only became more intense when he reached down while he was furiously pumping me and started rubbing my clit to stimulate me.
It was too much to experience pleasure both on the inside and the outside. I couldn’t take it. I thought he knew that. I had a feeling he wanted me to come before he did.
If that was his goal, he was about to succeed. I felt my vision go fuzzy and my mind go blank. It was like I wasn’t human anymore. Instead, I was giving into some animalistic and primal part of my brain. The orgasm was rising within me, and I couldn’t control it. I didn’t want to control it. I wanted to succumb to him and his passion and desire for me.
So I did, and it rocked me to the core. I dug my hands into the sheets and grabbed handfuls of the blanket to keep from screaming. My legs began to shake wildly as my pussy pulsated on his cock. I could have sworn the orgasm went on for a full minute, but perhaps time just felt as though it had slowed down.
Within the time that I orgasmed, so had Edward. He made a quiet grunt as he pushed his cock to the hilt, deep within me. I felt his warmth spread out into me. I loved the way it felt. I loved the evidence that he had been inside me.
He pulled out of me and immediately got off the bed and grabbed his clothing.
Even though I wanted to end this, it oddly hurt to see him get dressed so quickly. It was a reminder that this connection wasn’t what I wanted it to be. For Edward, it was purely sexual, and when he got that sexual fix he was done. It wouldn’t be like that for me. I needed more. I needed his attention, to be the only thought that crossed his mind. I urged to consume his heart and soul. I was head over heels, and I didn’t know how I’d come to this point in such a short time.
I followed suit and started to dress as well.
“I really think you’re the best sex I ever had,” he said as he pulled his pants up.
This shocked me. I wasn’t sure why. It probably shouldn’t. He was just being nice after all. I was sure he probably said this to every woman he hooked up with.
Though if he did mean it… That would shock me. I knew he slept around. It didn’t bother me much; he was the Prince of England and obviously he had messed around with hotter women than me. How could I possibly be the best with my minimal experience?
“Well, thank you, you’re not too bad yourself,” I teased.
“So, uh, listen… I’d love to see you again.”
No! Okay, this was what I wanted to avoid. One last quickie was understandable. I couldn’t let this continue the way it had. I had to be forthcoming with him. We couldn’t continue to do this.
How should I word that in a way that wasn’t mean? Damnit, I should have thought of this all earlier. I was never good on the spot.
“I don’t know…” I muttered.
“What? Why? Didn’t you have as good a time as I did?”
“Well, yes…”
“And is the sex as good to you?”
“Absolutely,” I said eagerly, “you’re positively amazing.”
He grinned. “So, we’re definitely doing this again then, right?”
Ugh, but no! We couldn’t! The sex wasn’t the problem. The problem was that I wanted more than this, and my emotions were already too deeply evolved. I had to back out of his situation to save myself from getting hurt. It was inevitable.
So why couldn’t I say that? Why couldn’t I tell him directly that this had to end promptly?
Because, despite my better judgement, I still had hope. I knew it was stupid. I knew there was no chance of Edward falling for me as I was falling for him. Yet, I held out hope anyway; and that stung.
I mean, even if Edward ever did like me, he couldn’t do anything about it. He could never be serious with a woman like me. I wasn’t fit for the royal family. I’d accepted that.
So I needed to stop fucking royal cock.
I willed myself to pluck up the courage and say this to him. Before I could open my mouth, he leaned in and kissed me. That shut me right the hell up.
“You’re amazing Maggie, truly.”
I bit my lip and allowed myself to be swept up by this compliment. In my mind, this compliment was about more than sex. Perhaps he had liked my personality. Perhaps he simply liked me.
I had to drill it into my head that all his compliments were about sex, though. He didn’t really like me. He just liked fucking me.
“I … gotta go,” I said as I grabbed my things and headed out of the room. I didn’t even give him a chance to say goodbye. I just rushed out. I knew I wasn’t going to end it right now, so the best thing I could do was get out of there before I became even more enthralled with the man.
Damn, I was a coward.
Chapter 12
Edward
I sat atop my horse as I waited for the match to start. I knew I should have been focusing on the game before me; polo was extremely dangerous after all, if you weren’t focused, all I could think about was Maggie.
I looked out at the crowd. There were many royals who had come to watch the match. It was a beautiful day for polo. The sun was shining, the grass was lush, and people were prepared to be entertained. Yet, all I was fantasizing about was Maggie being here to watch me.
She wasn’t, of course. She couldn’t be. This was a prestigious event; it wasn’t open to the public. It would be possible to invite her if I was dating her more seriously…
It was something I’d been considering a lot the past few weeks, since my disastrous date with Angelique. Like Cecilia, she had attempted to sink her talons into me, luring me into a good time with the preface of just dinner—which led to dessert and her hoping we could be exclusive. I didn’t do exclusivity. However, the more time I’d spent around Maggie, the longer we let our fling go on, the more entranced I was with the cute, little American; the more hesitant Maggie seemed to allow me into her life. I could understand why. She was worried we’d be caught in a compromising position. She was worried she’d look unprofessional. That wouldn’t happen if I publicly claimed to be dating her.
That was a big step for me, though. Never had I committed to a woman like that. There was a lot of pressure on me, and it was genuinely understood that when I did commit to a woman, I had to be quite serious. She could become the princess after all.
Which was something that someone like Maggie very likely did not want to be. She had said many times over that she understood my desire to dismiss my royal responsibilities. I doubted she wanted any for herself.
Regardless, she wasn’t even a proper Brit. She was American—though that was undisputedly what I loved about her even more so.
Either way, that was far too much to think about right now. She wasn’t going to be officially dating me anytime soon. I wasn’t ready for that commitment.
Still, I was enjoying my time with her thoroughly. Now when I thought about her, it simply wasn’t about how I wanted to have her. It wasn’t just desire. I thought about her as a person.
Like how much she had to struggle with the hospital bills for her father. That didn’t seem even remotely fair to me, and I worried about it often. Why, during the hardest point in her life, should she be focused on finances? I mean, she had no idea the course her father’s cancer would take, and yet she had to worry about money? It was barbaric.
Someone as kind as her didn’t deserve it. She was such a sweet, nurturing soul. Most of the women I'd met were eager to go on vacation with me or head to the most exclusive clubs every weekend night. Maggie wasn’t like that. She spent every moment she wasn’t at work with her dad. She cleaned their flat, cooked for them, and made sure his every need was tended to. She not only worried about his physical health, she worried about him as a whole, making sure he never spent too much time alone and that he was in good spirits. She was an angel.
S
he deserved the world.
I’d ceased hanging out with any other women in recent weeks, my last date with Angelique was the breaking point. I knew it wasn’t serious between me and Maggie yet, so it wasn’t that I felt I had to be involved with anyone; it was just that no other women interested me in the slightest anymore. Spending time with any of them felt like a waste. The only person who actually made my time feel fulfilled was Maggie.
The match began suddenly, and I was pulled out of my reverie of Maggie and forced to play the game. I rose my mallet above my head as my horse charged toward the ball. The first hit was made by the opposing team, and I promptly raced my horse toward our goal to stop the ball in its tracks.
I was very good at polo, if I did say so myself. It was one of those things I just had a knack for. Ever since I was a young boy, I was interested in it, and as a member of the royal family, it was expected that I play.
I genuinely enjoyed it. Usually, polo was a release for me. It was an opportunity to escape my life and my feelings of loneliness and stress. It took all of my energy and focus, so everything else was left behind as I played.
That wasn’t how I felt now. Normally, I was eager to use polo to avoid thoughts of my life. Right now, life wasn’t so bad. It was actually very enjoyable. I couldn’t have cared less about the game at hand.
So, I was understandably sloppy today. I hoped my teammates might carry me. Frankly, it felt so silly to me to care about the outcome of a game of polo when Maggie was worried about serious things like the outcome of her father’s illness.
I did my best to keep up regardless. We almost got it through the opposing goal, but in the last moment, someone swooped in and hit the ball back. I eagerly rushed my horse over to go get it, being a little mindless about my surroundings.
I paid for it.
Suddenly, I felt a knock to my helmet, and then my world went black.
When I came to, I was no longer on my horse but instead on the ground. I was disoriented, unsure of what had happened, but people were now surrounding me.
“Wh-what?” I muttered.
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