Playing Royal: A Vice Agency Novel
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“Oh come on. You’re still thinking with your dick?” She throws her hands up in mock surrender and retreats. “Nothing changes with you does it? You don’t have very long. The coach will be ready to take your bride to the church in about ten minutes.”
“Out.” He growls, his fingers skimming the fabric of my dress. “I don’t care how long we’ve been friends. I can kick you out of my country.”
“We have plenty of time,” I say, not taking my gaze from Kai.
“Fine.” Spinning on her heel, she leaves us, calling out, “But five minutes, that’s all. We need to get to the church.”
“Yes.” Kai smiles, lifting my dress inch by inch. “It’s about time we made you my queen.”
“Your wife,” I say.
“Both.” As soon as the door closes behind Gail he hikes my dress up. One eyebrow raises at my white panties, embellished with a small crown over the word Kai’s. “Those are some fancy panties.”
“I asked Gail to make them for me.” When we stand in that ancient church today and I marry the king of Karovka, I’ll be marrying King Wilhelm, but more than that, I’ll be marrying the man underneath it all. The man I fell in love with without title or crown. The man who means everything to me.
“Any qualms?” He gently grazes his fingers along my jaw, careful of my makeup.
My heart jumps at the way he looks at me, and swells in my chest. I never expected that something so simple as love, something everybody experiences in their life in one way or another could be so complicated, so heart-wrenchingly beautiful, so all-encompassing at the same time, until I fell for Kai. “No. This is exactly where I belong.”
“Say it again.” He steps closer, so that his chest is against mine, his nose touching mine. “I want to hear you say it, Allie.”
“This is where I belong.” I rest my hand on his shoulder as his fingers tickle up my inner thigh. He’s asked for the same thing every day that I’ve been here, even before, though we both know it’s true. “With you, always.”
“Fact.” His mouth crashes on mine, sweet and yet demanding. Telling me all the things he says are true. His desire, his emotions pours from his lips, his tongue licking inside me as his fingers slip under the thin lace of my panties to rub my clit.
Clinging to him, I whimper when he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth. He’s all I’ve wanted since I first laid eyes on him. Why did I think for one second that he was anything other than who he’s been with me from the start?
Because he is. He’s a King, with a country that needs him. But he’s still the man who would give it all up for one more minute with me.
I shiver as he cups one of my breasts through the bodice of my dress, his thumbs instinctively finding my nipple through the fabric. Sweet aching need lances through me at the simple touch, and I arch into the pressure. I will never get enough. I crave this sensation he builds in me. “I need inside you, beautiful. I need you to know how much I love you.”
“Is this real, do you think?” I bite my bottom lip, my hands riding over his abs through his dress shirt. It’s our own private joke. I have no doubt that this in our life now. That this man is as much mine as I am his.
“Of course it is.” He crouches in front of me, stealing my panties and stowing them in his pocket, before he places my palm on his chest. “It’s as real as the blood pumping through my veins, the muscle underneath your hands.”
“You’re already inside me,” I whisper. “So deep. I never stood a chance.”
“Good.” He whispers his mouth over my neck as he steps up beside me and makes quick work of his buckle and zip. “But I want to know when you walk down that aisle that you’re mine, inside and out. I want you to feel my cum dripping between your legs with every step you take to be my wife.” He presses his fingers to my clit, moving them methodically to stir pleasure that fills me. “I want you to give me that smile that tells me we share a secret no one else knows.”
“Fill me up, Kai.” I whimper, sagging against him and seeking out his mouth. My clit throbs under his touch, and I hiss as he grips my hips, turns me around and bends me over so that he can push the yards of material up out of his way to plunge inside me.
He’s so hard, his erection pulsing and hot. Each delicious thrust is a slow friction that sends pleasure soaring through me. Each time he sinks into me he pushes deeper, our bodies balanced precariously on the platform, our gazes locked in the mirrors in front of us. His eyes telling me more in one look than words can ever convey. I can feel him scraping every sensitive nerve in my core. We move determinedly, in measured movements until my heart can’t take the ache he’s driven me to, and I cry out.
“Cum, love. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me.”
His words spur me on and so does the fingers he uses on my clit, building the need to cum, bringing me right to the edge and then pushing me over it.
I scream as I cum, long waves of sensation ripping through me while he continues to work my body. The feeling of him all over me, inside me pushes me on and on. I’m still cumming when he climaxes. The hot spurts as he shoots his load into me triggers something that has me orgasming again.
“I love that sound,” he says as he straightens out the back of my dress and fixes his pants, before wrapping his arms around me. “Hearing what I do to you. Knowing that you’re mine. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Then you best get to the church,” Gail snips as she crashes back into the room. “Oh Lord, look at the mess you’ve made. And this whole thing is going to be televised.” She marches over and begins fluffing my dress, rearranging the material so it sits perfectly once again. “This is going to take forever, and I still have to attach the train. I need whisky stat.”
“You’ve got five minutes.” Kai grins at her, then he nibbles at my lip. “But she looks perfect just as she is. She always does.”
“Yes.” Gail agrees, keeping her eyes on the dress, her fingers a blur as they work over the material. “Even coping with morning sickness.”
“What?” Kai freezes, stops dead, his face lifting to me.
“Gail,” I hiss between my teeth.
She falters for a second. “Oh shit. Sorry.”
“We’re pregnant?” His face lights up, his gaze filled with warmth and excitement.
“I was going to tell you tonight.” I beam as I swat Gail’s hand away. “It was supposed to be your wedding gift.”
“It’s perfect.” He wraps his arms around me, this time more careful of the dress, or maybe of me. As though I’m the most precious and fragile treasure. “You’re perfect.”
“No, but I’m yours.” I kiss him one last time. “And this baby is ours.”
“The heir to Karovka. A new prince.” He smiles proudly.
“Or princess.”
“Does it matter?” he whispers. “As long as it’s ours.”
I didn’t know it was possible to love him more than I already did, but right here in this moment with Gail fussing like a mother hen, and a crowd of Karovka’s people waiting for a royal wedding, I fall that little bit harder for the man of my dreams.
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Acknowledgments
To the guy who brought me coffee while I wrote my way through this story, I’m so glad I married you. To my editor, Tami, you are the queen of turning pumpkins into a sparkly coach made of words. To Sheri, you’re my Gus. Don’t deny it, you know it’s true. To Jen, thank fuck I have you to keep me
on the path when I wander off it. To Tracy who somehow knows exactly what I need, even if I don’t. I couldn’t write shit without you guys.
To my kids, especially my boys. I’m sorry, I couldn’t end this book the way you suggested. And they all lived happily ever after… or so they thought… and then they all died.
To my review team, and my gutter girls, thank you for putting up with me and encouraging me. And to my readers, you guys are awesome. Seriously! Thank fuck for you. You make every word mean so much more.