Foreplay: A Bad Boy's Baby Romance

by Rye Hart

  I drove through the city, passing my old apartment building and driving into the suburbs. I stared at the cookie-cutter houses all lined up in a row, each with their own little charm. It wasn’t the country, but it was definitely better than the city.

  As I pulled into the drive and parked, I smiled at the sight of the lights on in the house, giving me a warm welcome. I put my key in the lock and opened the door, pulling my boots off and setting them on the rug. I ran my fingers quickly through the pile of mail by the door before looking up, and taking in a deep breath. A strong scent told me something was cooking. Whatever was going on in that kitchen was magical and I needed some of it.

  I pushed open the swinging door and looked over Kailey, still dressed in her scrubs, stirring a pot of Beef Stroganoff. She looked at me and smiled, putting the spoon down and skipping across the kitchen to fall into my arms.

  “I missed you,” she whispered as I hugged her tightly. “Two weeks was too long. Tell the department to get off their butts.”

  “I’ll make sure I pass that message along,” I laughed. “You smell so good. I missed you like crazy. I swear, every time I get assigned to that house it’s like torture. Being there without you just seems weird.”

  “Well, as much as I loved that time with you, let’s hope I don’t end up back there anytime soon,” she said, smiling and kissing me hard on the lips.

  I watched as she walked back over to the stove and continued to stir the food. I took in a deep breath and stretched, glad to finally be back home. I had moved out of my apartment and into her home in the suburbs not long after we got back from the safe house. It didn’t take me long to feel like I was finally home.

  “I hope you like Beef Stroganoff,” Kailey said, looking down at the pot. “One of the girls at the office gave me the recipe and said you would like it. They let me off early so I could come home and have it ready for you when you got here. Honestly, I think they were just tired of hearing my countdown.”

  “My witness and I didn’t swap any recipes, but I think he could tell I was glad to get out of there,” I chuckled.

  “I’m sure you were,” she said, reaching for two bowls and putting them on the counter.

  “So, I wanted to ask you something,” I said, reaching into my pocket.

  “What’s that?”

  “What do you think about marriage?” I asked and immediately fell silent, watching her reaction.

  Kailey stood, pausing for a moment and then continued to stir the pot. I could tell she was thinking about what to say and I waited patiently. As she scooped the food into the bowls, she cleared her throat.

  “I don’t know,” she said nervously. “I hadn’t given much thought to it. Why?”

  As she put the spoon in the pot and began to turn around, I lowered myself to one knee and held out a small black box. She gasped, covering her mouth and backing into the stove. Tears filled her eyes as I looked up at her beautiful face.

  “Because I was wondering if you might make me the happiest damn man on the planet and say yes?”

  My hands were shaking and the several seconds it took her to answer felt like an eternity. She stepped forward and took the ring from the box, holding it up in front of her with a shocked look on her face. As she looked into my eyes, she nodded and yelled “yes.”

  I jumped to my feet and lunged forward, grabbing her around the waist and picking her up into the air. She laughed loudly as I buried my face in her bosom, not ever wanting to let go. I set her gently back down on the ground and took the ring from her hand, sliding it onto her ring finger.

  “You just made my day,” I said, grinning and leaning in to kiss her.

  “You just made my life,” she whispered, closing her eyes as our lips touched.

  It was a whirlwind, a crazy love story that I hadn’t seen coming. But, as I stood there feeling this woman’s soft lips on mine and tasting the familiar taste of her skin, I couldn’t help but feel that I had hit the jackpot.

  The End

  Rock Hard Prince Charming

  A Royal Bad Boy Romance

  CHAPTER ONE - ENZO

  Esma was arriving home from private school today, and I was on cloud nine. I’d planned a week of activities– allowing me to selfishly soak in hours of father daughter time with my nine year old.

  It’d been too long since she’d left for school. Three months, one week and five days to be exact. The private school my mother insisted we enroll her into kept Esma away for months at a time. Normally, I would object, but I knew it was undeniably the best schooling in the country and Esme and her education came first.

  As an eligible bachelor, not to mention royal Prince, I had gorgeous women throwing themselves on me like clockwork. Who am I to deny myself the fruits of my lineage?

  However, I often had to find creative ways to separate my carnal desires from my fatherly duties, and it wasn’t always easy. In this case, I’d spent the last seventy-two hours getting my horn dog tendencies out of my system.

  My latest conquest was a sexy brunet by the name of Mina.

  Mina was a screamer.

  “Yes, Your Royal Highness!” Her chest heaved as she panted, her thighs quivering as she clenched her walls around my cock.

  I thrust harder into the brunet as she held on tight to the column at the foot of my bed. The covers were strewn, hanging off onto the floor, and crumpled in a pile around us. By the time I was done with her, they’d be drenched.

  I weaved my fingers through her long brown hair and pulled her head back. “Call me Sir.”

  “Yes, Sir!” As the words left her mouth, she hugged the column tighter, bringing her head to rest against it as she moaned loudly.

  “I’m coming!” she screamed.

  “That’s right. Soak it good, Mina, and I’ll give you a nice reward for serving your Prince.”

  She was limp against the post and had sagged nearly down to the bed with her tight ass in the air as I held her hips.

  “Thank you, Sir. Please, Sir.” She had endured my relentless thrusting for a good half hour, and lucky for her, I was nearly done. I pulled out, and with my fingers still woven through her hair, I led her around to face me.

  “On your knees to serve your future King.”

  She smiled as she got on her knees and took my cock into her hands.

  “It’s so impressive, Sir.”

  “Thank you, but it doesn’t get off on compliments.” I pushed my hips forward, and she turned her eyes down with a smile on her face and took me into her mouth. “Eyes up.” She looked up at me on my command.

  She was quite impressive herself with her full lips and emerald green eyes, and she stroked my base nice and steady as she took me to the back of her throat and even down it a bit. She kept her tongue out, licking my shaft as her head bobbed and it didn’t take me long to release.

  She worked me faster as I released and my eyes rolled back as I spurted hot jets of my royal seed into her mouth. No future kings were wasted as she took every single drop.

  She pulled off, but I shook my head, urging her back down. I wanted round two, and she still had one hole I hadn’t explored. But before I could turn her around, there were footsteps echoing through my room. Only one person was bold enough to enter without knocking, and his voice sounded out in the distance.

  “You might want to wrap it up, Your Royal Highness.”

  “I wouldn’t come any closer, or you’ll see exactly what’s wrapped around it.” His footsteps silenced and I helped Mina, up from her knees. She righted her clothes as I pulled my robe on.

  “Thank you, Your Royal Highness it’s been an honor to serve you.” Her eyes were dreamy, and with a smile on her face and my taste on her lips, she scurried out past Lucas.

  I walked out to the sitting area where I found him waiting. He gave a nod, standing until I took a seat.

  “I hope I didn’t interfere in your royal business - Sir.”

  “Oh fuck off!”

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now that half the staff heard what was happening behind these walls.”

  “Shit! The last thing I need is more gossip. Why are you so formal today, you know it drives me nuts.”

  “I do, and normally I’d enjoy breaking your imperial balls even more” He chuckled and lowered himself to the sofa beside my chair. “Unless your mother was on the way.”

  “Shit. Is she?” He gave a short nod as I raked my hand through my hair.

  “Do I smell like sex?” I lifted my arm smelled myself.

  “No, you’re good. Besides, I doubt your mother would recognize it.” He mumbled the last part under his breath, and I let it go. With my mother being the King’s wife, Her Royal Highness was not to be insulted.

  “And, I thought I should warn you that Esme will arrive shortly from private school as well. She’s on her way from the airport now.”

  “Do you know when my mother is set to arrive?” I’d no sooner asked when the door opened with a creaking sound, and my mother stalked in as if she ruled the kingdom.

  “Enzo, darling?” Her voice carried through the room, and once she came in far enough, past the large columns and drapes that surrounded my lounge, Lucas and I shot to our feet to welcome her.

  “Hello, Mother.” I walked forward and kissed her hand, and Lucas stayed in his bow until she acknowledged the gesture.

  “I’m afraid I’ve not come with good news, dear. Your father has been to speak with the doctors. I’m afraid things are going to be happening pretty fast around here, and I’d like for you to be prepared. Your time as King is approaching faster than we’d hoped for. His cancer had spread.”

  “How long?” My father, King Henri Roche of Aramis, had been diagnosed no more than two months ago, and while we knew the outlook wasn’t promising, we thought we’d at least have a few years.

  “Another six months, if we’re lucky. He doesn’t want to die the King. He wants to go ahead and relinquish his throne to you.”

  I hadn’t prepared for that. I had spent my life knowing that my father’s death would make me the King of Aramis, but I had no idea that he’d be around to see me take the crown. “When?”

  “He’d like to do so within the next month.” My mother let out a long sigh. “I’ve tried to talk him out of it, but he says he’s much too tired. He’s sent for you, Enzo. He wants to tell you himself, and I don’t want you to try to talk him out of it. His mind is made up, and this is what will be. You will thank him and then begin the steps to prepare yourself for the throne. I’d start by giving some consideration to settling down.”

  “You’re referring to me finding a wife? I’d think gaining a throne would be a big enough achievement for one year. I don’t see a reason to rush. Besides, I’ve got Esme to consider.” My mother tried her damnedest to keep a straight face when I mentioned my daughter, but the disdain was readable in her expression.

  She hadn’t approved of my having a child out of wedlock and had wanted me to give her up to Sofie’s family after she passed away from a prescription drug overdose. Some still say it looked suspiciously like suicide, but I made sure that it wasn’t in her final report.

  I’d only known Esme’s mother for a short time. She had been the daughter of a wealthy real estate owner, but all of her daddy’s money hadn’t brought her happiness. She’d turned to drugs a few different times in her life, and I’d met her during one of her last recoveries.

  Things had looked promising, and the public didn’t mind her coming from common lineage until they found out she was a recovering drug addict, and then things started to turn for the worst fasting than ever. As much as I tried to help her, she’d always backtrack. The family did damage control, but I was adamant about seeing my daughter when I learned of Sofie’s pregnancy. I swore that I would be in her life no matter what.

  Three years later, when we received news of her mother’s passing, I took Esme in and raised her as my own. She had me wrapped around her precious fingers, with her plump pale skin, big blue eyes and chestnut golden curls that went down to her back. She was just an innocent toddler when I took custody, and over the years her memories of her mother grew more and more hazy. I did my best to make up for it by telling her stories of the good things I remembered. The rest I had to make up. I wanted my Esme to have a good impression of her biological mother so that she wouldn’t be scarred by the pitiful truth.

  “You should settle down with a nice young woman. Someone favorable in the eyes of the public. I’d suggest Bella Lora Rosa. She’s already won Aramis’ heart, and I know if you give her a chance, she could win yours,” my mother offered.

  “I’m not convinced. She’s nothing more than another spoiled socialite. I’m not interested in her mother. I don’t need help finding women who are obsessed with my money or the throne. They are a dime a dozen”

  “We can talk about this after you’ve seen your father. It might be a good idea if you keep Esme away for a while. I’m sure the stress of losing the King will only affect her studies.”

  “She’s on her way now, and besides, I think she might like to see her grandfather before he passes away.” I made sure to remind her that my daughter was the King’s own flesh and blood. I did what I had to in efforts to have mother finally accept that she was Esme’s grandmother, like it or not.

  “Isn’t that splendid?” Her eyes rolled back in her head as the sarcasm dripped from her tongue. “Your father needs your attention now, and you really won’t have time for her.”

  “Well, perhaps you can spend some time—”

  “I’m far too busy. My biggest priority is your father. What kind of wife would I be to focus on anything else? Perhaps you should find a caretaker for Esme to relieve yourself of the duties” She turned her nose up and looked down it at Lucas. “Maybe Lucas could help?”

  “It will be fine mother. If I’m not ready for fatherhood after nine years, I can promise you I’m not ready to be King a month from now.”

  My mother’s eyes narrowed, and she pulled her lips into a tight line. “You’ll do your duty to Aramis and its people. Now when you see your father, I do hope you have a better attitude.” She turned and walked out, and Lucas let out a long-held breath.

  Waiting a thirty seconds after my mother left, “Well, there’s proof that you don’t’ need me to break your royal balls. On a serious note, if you need any help with Esme I’ve got you covered. I can take her out to ice-cream or something casual like fly her out to Disney World.”

  “Thanks, Lucas. You’ve always been a good friend. A dick perhaps, a good friend indeed. I’ll keep your offer in mind. I’d better get ready. I don’t want to keep my father waiting.”

  I headed to the bathroom to shower and twenty minutes later I was on my way out of the room to see the girl I’d been eagerly waiting for. Then Esme rounded the corner.

  “Daddy!” She ran to hug me, and as her arms came around me, I lifted her up and gave her a bear hug. She had grown at least half a foot.

  “What a greeting! You’re getting too grown up. I’m going to have to tie a brick to your head or hire a wizard to cast a spell to keep you little forever.” Where had the time gone? I stared into my daughter’s bright blue eyes and was met with a frown.

  “I don’t want to be a little girl forever. I’m almost to my double-digits and then I want to be a fashion designer.”

  Her matter-of-fact expressions had me biting my lips to keep from laughing. I knew better. She was in such a hurry to grow up and had already shown more interest in clothes than a sixteen-year-old fashionista.

  “You’ll do it too, angel. You can be anything you wish for.”

  Unless of course you’re the heir to the throne. Then you get to be King, and throw all other hopes and ambitions away.

  Since becoming a father being an ungrateful prick was a part of my past, though even so, it was hard not to be bitter about my royal duties at times. It wasn’t as if I’d ever had a choice in life.

  Believe it or not, I’ve often wished I could tra
de my status for that of a person living an ordinary life. Ordinary was what I desired most. Ordinary was what I wanted for Esme.

  “I’ve got a big day planned for us angel, but first I need to do something if it’s alright with you. I’m going to go meet with your grandfather. He’s not feeling well and I’ll take you over to visit him in a few days. For now, if you want, Uncle Luke here can take you over to the kitchen for a little snack. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”

  Her expression dimmed. It was the sweet puppy dog look that always got to me in the worst way.

  “Come on, Esme. Let’s get you that snack and you can tell me all about private school.” He took her hand, and as she led him away, he looked over his shoulder mouthing you owe me one.

  I headed into my father’s office, sure that the conversation was going to be one I’d remember for the rest of my life.

  CHAPTER TWO - CINDY

  “Girl, where are you?” My best friend, Patrick, who was always a bit dramatic hadn’t called my phone just to ask me that.

  “On the moon; away from everyone where I can try to gather what’s left of my sanity.”

  “Well, I have the perfect job for you if you want it, so you better come back down to earth.” Through the phone, I could hear the sounds of his kitchen as he banged around at work.

  “What is it?” I had a feeling it was going to be waiting tables or strapping on a pair of dish gloves.

  “Event coordinator. As in money, bitch! I’d tell you more, but you really need to get your sweet ass over here right now. I told Selena White that I had a friend and she wants to meet you today. I told her you’re eager, so don’t make me a liar.”