Risking the Crown Page 10

  “It’s going to send him over the edge,” she pleaded. “Think about it.”

  I slipped a hand around her waist. “We have bigger things to worry about than Sutcliffe’s delicate feelings.”

  “Then you should let me get started.” She tried to wiggle free, but I held her close.

  “Something you should probably know about me, baby.”

  Her eyes widened. “I don’t know everything?” She pressed against my chest with her palms.

  I leaned, brushing a kiss over her pouty lips. “Where you are concerned, I’m not going to repeat the mistakes of my past. I’m not going to let this thing with Sutcliffe turn into an argument between us. I have enough to battle without allowing a disagreement push you away from me.”

  Her gaze softened. “It’s not. I’m not going anywhere, Nic.”

  “I think the sooner you start to realize what side of the crown you sit on now, the sooner you’ll understand my perspective. It’s going to take time. For me too.” My hands snaked over her body, cupping her ass. “But you and I are unstoppable, Kenley DuBois. Nothing can get in our way. Not anyone. Not a single law. Or decree. Together we’re going to be ok.”

  She nodded slowly. “Together.”

  I kissed her, drinking in the warmth of her lips. It was as if she had dipped them in honey. I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t think I ever would.

  I groaned at the growing length of my dick. “Shit.” I gritted my teeth. “I need to go. I have meetings all day.”

  “I have a million arrangements to make,” she whispered, unzipping my zipper and sliding her hand to my cock. “So much to do.” She wrapped her palm against my shaft.

  I looked over my shoulder. The apartments were open for royal business. Staff could come and go at any time they needed. There was mail drop off. The plants had to be watered. Maid service and the royal laundress usually came by in the morning.

  “But my dirty princess wants to play?” I almost chocked on the words when she tugged lightly on my balls. What had gotten into her?

  She nodded.

  Well, fuck. How could I say no to that?

  24

  Kenley

  My spontaneous lust for Nic had cost us a valuable thirty minutes of planning, but I felt satisfied and closer to him. When he left for his next meeting I couldn’t help but feel we were leaving permanent marks on each other. Every time we were together, we dove deeper, scratching the surface of our souls.

  If he thought we could pull off a trip to America without a royal manager, he had no idea why my job entailed. I was going to have to detail everything and make it happen. I didn’t have time to interview candidates for my replacement. I’d do that when we returned.

  In the meantime, I had to coordinate an international travel schedule for the prince.

  I had turned in my resignation letter, but I hadn’t turned in my tablet. I pulled up the schedule used to sync the family’s movements.

  I tapped my pen on the table, reading through the engagements Nic was supposed to attend over the next two weeks.

  All those venues needed to be notified before word got out he was headed overseas. I typed out an official memo with the Sauvage family crest at the top. I would make sure each one was hand delivered before we made the announcement about the trip.

  I walked to the dining room and poured another cup of coffee. I was on my way back to the sitting room when I heard footsteps in the foyer.

  “Oh, Your Majesty.” I immediately bowed when I saw the queen.

  “Oh my God. Don’t do that.” She smiled. “I heard you’re no longer a royal manager.”

  I swallowed. “No. I’m not.”

  “Damon told me about it and I wanted to visit you myself. I thought you might need an ally.”

  “Can you I get something to drink? Coffee?” I stopped. “Or tea?” That was a better offer for a pregnant woman, but I didn’t know anything about pregnancy.

  “You can sit while I pour a small cup.” She laughed.

  We strolled to an open sun room next to the balcony. The room was washed in light. I didn’t want to take her into my war zone. I had lists and stacks all over the coffee table.

  “You know, I’ve never been in Dominic’s apartments.” Her head pivoted back and forth. “I had a small suite for a few weeks.”

  “Yes. I remember.” I nodded. Alya had told me she never slept in them. The queen-to-be at the time had used them to work on her dissertation.

  “Right. I guess everyone knows everything under this roof.” She stretched her legs forward on an ottoman. “It’s so nice in here. I would curl up in this chair every day and take a nap.”

  I laughed. “I don’t know if Nic even uses it.”

  “That’s cute. You call him Nic.”

  I blushed. It had seemed so natural when I said it. “I never did before.”

  “I know you have a lot to do. I heard about the trip too. I don’t want to take up all your time. I just wanted you to know that if you need anything…I’m here.”

  “Thank you.” I didn’t know how to respond to the queen coming to me as an equal. I couldn’t shift modes so quickly. Nic wanted me to, but it wasn’t that simple.

  I was always on the outside looking in. I had watched Molly Washington stumble more than once since she married the king. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me how cavalier she was about it all.

  There was meaning and merit in the traditions of the crown. Was I abandoning my life’s beliefs now? Was I becoming as careless as her? Was one night with Nic all it took to undo everything that I valued?

  “Maybe we can do something together when you get back,” she suggested. “Nothing official, of course. I like to keep it as unroyal as possible.” She smiled, uncurling herself from the chaise. She yawned, rising to her feet.

  “I’d like that.” I walked her to the foyer. “Thank you for the visit.”

  She paused at the door. “Kenley, I know you and Ayla can run circles around me. And she has more than once, but maybe you and I could help each other. I’m never going to be like Isabel. I’m ok with that. But I’d like to be more like you. I’d like to have your knowledge. Your background is incredible. And this transition isn’t going to be easy. People who were once your co-workers are now going to be serving you. I’ve stumbled through a rough transition, maybe I could help you too.”

  “Thank you. We probably have more in common than I realized.”

  She brushed her dark hair off her shoulder. I wonder if there was something about Sauvage men liking long hair. I was sure the king wanted her to keep it down.

  “No problem. I wish I could go home with you, but I’m not feeling well enough to make the trip.”

  “I understand.” I was close to letting her know I was in on her secret, but I’d wait and let her tell me on her own time.

  “Have a good trip. Girls’ night when you get back.”

  I laughed. “All right. I’m in.”

  She left the apartments and I turned to face the workload ahead of me. I wondered if I had been too harsh on her the past months. It was easy to see how out of place she had been as an American. As the woman who created mass chaos inside these walls. As the woman who did something no one had been able to do—marry Damon Sauvage.

  I dropped into the seat. I could figure out the family dynamics later. Right now, I had work to do.

  25

  Dominic

  It was hard to believe only a few days ago I had been in this seat staring at the landscape of Spain pass under the wing. Now I was watching Galona fade behind us as the jet soared toward the United States.

  Kenley had been on the phone all morning. I was irritated she hadn’t been freed up yet by another manager. I knew she was comfortable taking the reins, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted her next to me, not working security logistics with the airport.

  We had brought a palace detail along with Kurtis and two aides. It was a small entourage, but after careful considera
tion Kenley and I decided the smaller our footprint, the better. There were plans to hire a full staff once we arrived on site.

  She sighed, sitting next to me. “Ok. I think I have managed to explain to the head of security that we don’t need a full police escort through the city. They wanted flashing lights and a full parade.”

  “Holy fuck, why?”

  She shook her head. “Americans love it when you’re there. I politely declined the parade, insisting you didn’t want to disrupt the lives of the citizens of South Carolina.”

  I chuckled. “No. I don’t want to disrupt.”

  “But if you change your mind, they can’t wait to show off their new sirens. They will throw in one of their fire engines as well.”

  I squeezed her knee. “Thank you.”

  She leaned her head on my shoulder for a brief second. “You’re welcome.”

  Liddy delivered tea and pastries. The china rattled as she set the brake on the gold and glass tea cart. Kenley immediately straightened her spine and slid my hand from her leg.

  “I brewed this for you, Your Majesty.” The flight attendant smiled widely. Her blouse was tight and her vest cupped her tits, forcing them upward.

  “Thank you, Liddy.”

  “I’ll have a cup as well.” Kenley waited for a response.

  Liddy poured a second cup and placed sugar cubes on the side of the saucer.

  “Thank you.” Kenley tilted her head. “I prefer more lemon.”

  Liddy’s eyes widened. “I’ll bring some from the galley.” She sashayed out of view.

  “And I thought you were uncomfortable in this role.” I eyed her.

  She shrugged. “I am. But Liddy doesn’t have to know that. And I want that lemon.” I thought I saw a smirk on the corner of her lips.

  We were far over the Atlantic now. In eight hours, we’d be on the ground and I’d be only miles from my daughter. The file Johannes had given me this morning was on the coffee table. I hadn’t let it out of my sight.

  I unbuckled my seatbelt.

  “What is it?” Kenley asked.

  “Come with me. I want to show you something.” I took her hand, leading her to the bedroom at the rear of the jet. I closed the door and locked it. I placed the file on the bed.

  “Is something wrong?”

  “No. But I wanted to show this to you in private.” I flipped open the cover and reached for the photo on top.

  “This is her?” Kenley pinched the corner of the picture, studying my daughter’s face.

  “It is.”

  “She’s beautiful.” She bit her lip. “I don’t know whether to laugh or cry, Nic.”

  “I guess you could do both.”

  I’d had the same reaction when I saw her. It was the first and only glimpse I’d had of her. Sophia had been cautious not to end up on social media. Johannes didn’t tell me how he obtained the photo, only that he vouched for it.

  She took my breath away. Her tiny button nose and angelic dark curls. Her eyelashes were long and black. There was no mistaking her for a Sauvage.

  I’d never paid attention to babies before. I didn’t live in a world of parenthood. There weren’t children in the palace other than the annual Christmas party or when Damon opened the grounds for the children of Freychon at the spring picnic.

  My friends didn’t have kids, and if I ever saw myself as a father one day it was way down the road. But now with this snapshot of a life I had created, that had changed. I was certain this was the most beautiful baby in the world. My baby.

  “How are you feeling about meeting her?” Kenley returned the picture to the file.

  “Nervous. Exited.” I sat on the bed. “Like I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

  “I can’t imagine what you’re going through. What it would be like to discover you had a child.” She shook her head.

  I pulled her waist toward me and kissed her stomach through her shirt. I held her there, inhaling her.

  “Sophia is going to regret cutting me out of my daughter’s life.”

  Kenley ran her fingers through my hair. “She shouldn’t have done it. There is no excuse for keeping you two apart, but listen to what she has to say, Nic.”

  I unfastened a button, pressing my lips to her navel.

  “Why should I? She stole my baby.”

  I reached for the next button. I flicked it out of my way.

  Kenley’s hands moved to my jaw. I looked in her eyes.

  “Maybe she didn’t feel safe after the problems with the press. She was shoved. It would scare any woman who was pregnant.”

  I pulled the silk away from her skin and shrugged the shirt from her arms. I kissed her stomach. For an instant I wondered what it would be like if Kenley was the woman carrying my child. I smoothed my palms around her waist, exploring her skin. What if my baby was inside her?

  My cock grew hard. What if it could be? What if our first night together, she got pregnant? Had I ever fucked so hard in my life?

  I reached around her, unclasping her bra. God. I loved her tits. They bobbed in front of me. I didn’t know which one to devour first. They were both so perfect.

  I brought a tit to my mouth, sucking it, toying with it until she mewed.

  “Ohh, Nic.” She feathered my hair and her nails dug into the back of my neck.

  I sucked harder, lapping at her tit with my tongue.

  I couldn’t shake it. The primal need to see my baby grow in her beautiful body. I knew we were getting ready to fuck, but I’d never wanted something so animalistic.

  I brought her lips down to mine, kissing her urgently.

  “Would you be scared, Kenley?”

  She wiggled out of her skirt, not taking her lips off mine. Within seconds her panties were in a heap on the floor too.

  “Of what?” she asked.

  “Of being pregnant.”

  She stopped kissing me and stood still. “Pregnant?”

  I nodded. I kissed her hipbone and nipped at her navel before making my way to the opposite hip.

  She sighed. “You’re in the middle of baby fever. I get it.”

  I shook my head. “No. I don’t think that’s it. Am I a baby fever kind of guy?”

  She giggled. “I wouldn’t describe you that way.”

  “We might have already done it.” I palmed her stomach.

  “No. It was one night. And what are the chances a broken condom would lead to a pregnancy on our first night together?”

  I growled. “I want my baby inside you.”

  Her eyes flashed. “What?”

  I circled her waist and lifted her to the bed, laying her on her back. I still had layers of clothes to shed. I was dressed in a full three-piece suit for the flight, but I never planned on wearing it for the entire nine-hour flight.

  I spread her legs wide and kissed along her thigh.

  “Can you imagine my baby inside you?” I asked, taking her delicate skin between my teeth. Her skin was so smooth and soft.

  “This is crazy. We can’t. You can’t be serious.” She wriggled, rocking her hips lightly.

  I crawled forward, shaking off my jacket. “Oh I’m serious. Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

  Her eyes traveled to a spot on the ceiling.

  “Kenley.”

  “Ok. Fine. I’ve thought about it. But not right now. I packed my diaphragm and a backup. I’d never even think this was the right timing.”

  I chuckled. “I appreciate your thoroughness, princess, but don’t you think we should do this?”

  “Be parents? You haven’t even met your daughter.”

  I sat on my knees and loosened my tie. I pulled it from neck.

  “You used to fantasize about carrying my baby?”

  She nodded slowly. “I did.” Her blue eyes sparkled. “I still do.”

  “You might already be pregnant, princess. You’re not on birth control. I came five times that night. I think we have a good chance it has already happened.” My cock strained against
my pants. Fuck. I had to get these off. Thinking of how wild we were the other night made me want to try everything a second time. “I’m asking if you want me to give you that fantasy. I’m asking if you want me to take every chance we have to make sure you’re pregnant. Do you want me to give you our baby?”

  “Oh, Nic.” She breathed. Her tits tightened to pointy buds.

  I lashed my tongue over them, kissing and sucking.

  “Is that a yes?” I asked, finally getting my buckle unhitched and kicked my pants to the floor. I groaned when my cock hit the cold air inside the jet. It stood at full attention, hard and throbbing.

  “Don’t you understand? I want to fuck you now. Tonight. In the shower. When we wake up. I want you pregnant. I want this, Kenley. Tell me you want it.”

  Her hand wrapped around my shaft.

  She pointed the head to her opening. I seized at how wet and hot her pussy was.

  “Fuck, baby,” I hissed. “Please tell me it’s a yes.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “I want your baby.”

  I growled long and low.

  And I knew I was going to fuck her like I never had.

  26

  Kenley

  “Oh Nic,” I whimpered as he pushed into me, hooking my knees under his arms. He was deep inside me with the first thrust.

  I wanted this. I wanted him to fill me. To come so hard I was spilling over with his release. To love me. To give me his baby. I just never imagined we’d make a baby on the Sauvage family jet.

  He reached behind my head, grabbing pillows and shoved them under my ass. I was lifted in the air as he cock sliced into me at an incredible angle.

  “Fuck, princess. You feel so good.”

  I smiled at my prince. “Y-yes,” I stammered, overwhelmed with the enormity of our decision.

  He wanted a baby with me. Our baby.

  He surged in and out as we climbed higher and higher, lost in our euphoria. I couldn’t touch him enough. I wanted to tell him everything he meant to me. Everything our conversation meant, but the only way I could show him was through my body.