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  “Second,” he said, holding up his next finger, “we can’t be seen together under any circumstances. Queen Mary is as severe as the tabloids make her out to be, and she also happens to be my mom. I’m next in line and I can’t mess that up by sullying my image with all sorts of flings here, there, and everywhere like my brother has.”

  Again, I gave my expected nod.

  “Finally, you cannot tell anyone. Not friends, not family, not anyone. Even if you have a dog, don’t tell it.”

  His stern look went through me, as if he had his suspicions that I was one of those capricious dog-owning people.

  “I don’t have a dog,” I said quickly, “but I do have a best friend who I won’t tell about this.”

  “All right, good,” he said with a nod to himself. “You don’t strike me as the type to go blabbing to the press for a quick buck or a shot at fame. You have your own career to consider. And more than that—maybe it’s stupid—but I like you.”

  Considering the present circumstances, his admission still created a flurry of butterflies in my stomach.

  “I like you too,” I said, feeling silly and ridiculous already.

  He clasped my hand with his lithe fingers. I could feel the energy brimming there, like the stifled tornado of want that was ripping through me now.

  His lower lip drooping sensuously, he said, “So, Heidi, what do you say we finish this meal and have dessert at my place?”

  A smile sufficed for my answer. Clearly, we were both thinking the same thing. That dessert was going to be a lot more delicious than any chocolate cake this place could provide. As his gaze traced my outline hungrily, a furtive shiver went through me. Delicious and dark.

  Chapter 5

  Charles

  Don’t look at her, Charles. This played as an ongoing refrain in my head as the limo rumbled to my hidden house. But it wasn’t doing me much good. How was not looking at her supposed to help when I could smell her, feel her?

  With her leg pressed against mine, excited energy rolled off her in waves. I could hardly breathe as it was. One little look couldn’t hurt…

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it: the absolute longing in those upturned green eyes of hers. What happened next contained no trace of thought in it. It was pure bodily want.

  A kiss to end all kisses. Suddenly, every last neuron in my brain was firing. Every nerve on my skin was alive. As sensation riddled me, my hands joined in on the dance.

  Her teal dress was made up of soft panels. My delighted fingertips skipped from one to the other. Her hands found my hair. She tugged at it just the right amount.

  It took all the self-control I had not to dip my fingers under those panels and explore the riches beneath. But I knew if I allowed myself that, there would be no going back.

  Instead, I lost myself in the kiss. With tugging lips and entwining tongues, it almost seemed like more of a battle than anything. Winner took all.

  And yet, the challenge Heidi posed to me at every turn only invigorated me further. My cock was already hard, ready. If only we could get out of this limo…

  My hands stroked down her sweet curves. Panel to panel, breasts to ribs to waist to hips and then down some. All the way to her bare thighs. They were soft and giving as I slid my hand over to their center, closer to what we both knew I really wanted, to what this was really all about.

  I rubbed my hand up in circling strokes, higher and higher. Soon her flesh was trembling. Moans were kissed into my lips. Mine dipped down to her throat, feasting on the tender flesh there.

  Oh bloody yes. Heidi Sommers was even hotter than I’d imagined. I could see that now as her back arched her pelvis up, as every one of her limbs urged on my painstakingly rising fingers with one word: yes. She wouldn’t only permit what I had in my hidden room; she would absolutely crave it.

  The car rumbled to a stop just as my finger reached the edge of her panties. For one horrible second, I paused. Not now. We weren’t stopping now that I was basically there. So fucking close.

  “Charles?”

  Heidi was pink-faced with agitation, a sort of tormented twist. I could see it there in the pleading green of her eyes. She didn’t just want me to go on; it was more than that. She needed it.

  I was the one who drew away. Responsibility knocked in the form of my driver rapping on the tinted window. I gave Heidi half a minute to compose herself. Then, once she gave me a nod for confirmation, I opened the door.

  Once I was out, the driver made his way back to his seat at my nod. I extended my arm to help Heidi out. Heidi’s grateful smile quickly drooped, her mouth becoming an O of surprise.

  “Beautiful,” she murmured, half to herself.

  I followed her gaze ruefully. I’d been coming here for so long, I sometimes forgot to even notice where my house was: in the middle of an abandoned forest. Although not quite abandoned. There was the usual wildlife and trees all around, but it was deserted as far as people went. I had purchased the surrounding property to make sure of that.

  Where we were now, only a two-minute walk from my house, there were trees of every type.

  Heidi’s eyes were round with almost childlike wonder. As the limo pulled out of the drive and continued back from where it had come, I guided her into the trees.

  “Want to have a quick tour of the property?”

  Her face betrayed what we were both thinking about: the want that our time in the limo had stirred up, an uncomfortable flush of desire.

  It was with some difficulty that Heidi said, “Okay.”

  So, although I didn’t spare her any sights, whether it was the granite fountain my brother had bought me a few months back that chickadees loved to visit or the inexplicable cluster of birch trees only a few feet from my back door, I made the tour quick.

  It ended right at my front door conveniently enough.

  As soon as the door closed behind her, I couldn’t wait any longer. Turning to her, I took both her hands in mine.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m just about starving for dessert.”

  The slam of my lips on hers was the period to my sentence. Our bodies crashed into the same rhythm they’d been in before, picked up exactly where they’d left off. Except this time, they weren’t content with just enjoying each other’s clothed forms. They wanted to see what all the fuss was about underneath.

  Our lips twisting together set the frenetic pace. Tongue to tongue, lips tugged at lips. Fingers dove under layers, treating them like the encumbrances they were. Mere obstacles to the finish line.

  My boner was just about bursting from my pants, so I actually heaved a sigh of gratitude when she finally released it from its trap.

  I latched my fingers under her dress and tugged it all the way down in one fluid motion. I pulled away, drew back farther.

  As I strode around her, my heartbeat ricocheted to new heights with every look.

  “Damn,” I growled. “You’re damn near perfect.”

  Heidi’s lips drooped with a slightly mocking smile.

  “Damn near?”

  And that was it. All my self-control snapped. I flung her onto the couch. Next, my lips were smearing into her. My hands couldn’t get enough of her bare curves: soft and sweet and sexy. Although not completely bare. Not yet.

  My fingertips stroked over her bra, then down into the softness enclosed in the black silky caves. Oh bloody yes.

  My eyes closed of their own accord so no visuals would distract me from absolute nirvana as I felt those deliciously full mounds. They were so soft, it felt like I could massage them forever. The groans oozing out of Heidi weren’t helping matters.

  They left me no choice but to strip off her bra and fling it to the side, then bury my face where one of the cups had been. At first, in my mouth, the nub of her nipple was soft. It only took a few licks to get it hard.

  Then some more sucking to get some heightened moans out of Heidi. Her harried breaths were heaving her chest farther into my mouth. As I kissed my way to t
he other one, it suddenly occurred to me that if she was moaning like that, she had to be crazy wet too.

  Unable to resist finding out, my fingers swept down, right under the lace panties.

  I froze. Oh, bugger. Heidi wasn’t just wet; she was absolutely drenched. So much so that a little had started seeping down her upper thigh.

  Now my mouth wasn’t content with just sucking on those sweet titties of hers. No, it wanted a taste of something lower. It wanted to hear those moans become one helpless scream.

  As I kissed and sucked and nibbled my way down in an easy zigzag, Heidi’s harried breaths amped up.

  She knew what was coming.

  By the time my lips settled on her clit, my finger was already engaged in gradual, deep pussy strokes.

  When my lips suctioned onto her clit, a whimper fell out of her.

  That sent a jolt of electricity to my dick. What other dirty sounds were in Heidi’s hot little throat? What other helpless sounds could I pleasure out of her?

  My fingers stroked faster while the gradual, deep sucking on her clit had her twisting in aroused agony.

  I was jack-hammering her with my pulsing finger, batting and mashing her swollen clit with my tongue. Her body was a tightly tensed coil, not on the edge but hanging perilously off it.

  As I slipped my finger out, Heidi groaned, shooting me a pleading look.

  “Please, Charles.”

  I understood her well enough. She was so close to release, it hurt. But it wasn’t time for that yet.

  As I pulled down my briefs, I gave her a consoling pat.

  “Just you wait.”

  When I climbed over her and lowered myself onto her, she understood all too well. Her dismayed expression was wiped clean by a naughty smile of excitement.

  Our gazes locked. I held the stare, letting those pleading, woozy eyes stiffen me to my final, glorious erection. And then I entered her.

  The first insertion was pure magic. Both our bodies shivered in the aftermath. Meanwhile, spurts of pleasure erupted all over me. Christ, was she tight.

  Not to mention that the moans dribbling out of her mouth were urging me on.

  I happily complied, giving another slow stroke of a thrust from the outermost part of her pussy all the way to its final depths.

  “Fucking yes!” Heidi cried.

  Now that was a four-star recommendation if I’d ever heard one. Although it wasn’t like my dick needed any urging. Just the sight of her generous, heaving breasts was enough to have me slamming into her again. Fucking yes was right. Fucking hallelujah was more like it.

  In and out. Farther and farther. I stuffed Heidi for all I was worth. Our hips ground into each other as the rest of our bodies exploded into the rhythm obediently. I ran my fingertips over her arms, over her shoulders, pawed hopelessly at her face. And through it all, the in and the out, deeper and farther, harder and faster.

  Her pussy was clenching my cock so tightly, I felt like I might be the one to lose it first. When I pulled out, Heidi flung out another exasperated cry.

  I responded by spinning her around and giving her ass a resounding spank.

  “I told you, not yet.”

  I took a few seconds to enjoy the sight of her on the rose-colored couch. She was on her hands and knees, her ass up and ready.

  I waited as long as I could before I jammed my dick into her. Damn. The pent-up passion crashed a tidal wave of joy through me. Yes, this was it. This was fucking it. I could tell.

  Each slam of our bodies was more harried and desperate than the last. In and out, in and more and farther. We were twisting parts, all thoughts flung aside hastily. All there was was this. This all-encompassing tempo of need building toward inevitability, building toward the end that was implicit from the beginning. It was implicit from the first time I laid eyes on that sexy little smile of hers.

  While we jammed ourselves against each other, Heidi’s body tensed more and more for what was coming. Neither of us could prevent it any longer.

  As the last of my hold on reality slipped away, I delivered her an absolutely brutal smack on the ass.

  That slammed her orgasm right out of her. A scream ripped out of her throat, almost inhuman and animalistic. It surged straight into my dick, sending it flailing joyously.

  I kept on jamming her with it, with our joy, with this pleasure. While she screamed, I groaned. My dick poured. Out spurted my liquid joy, once, twice, again.

  And then it was over, but we weren’t. Not quite yet.

  Heidi ended up in my arms on the couch. Luckily, there was a Kleenex box conveniently nearby. It took us a good few minutes to be able to string words together again.

  “That was…” she began in a tentative croak.

  “In-fucking-credible,” I finished for her, delivering her a kiss on the top of her head. “Who knew you had it in you?”

  She aimed a defiant pout at me, replying, “Who knew you had it in you?”

  My gaze went to her lips, but I stopped myself just in time. If I was home too late, Mother would worry. And if I got started on Heidi again, if I let myself enjoy this how I really wanted to…we’d be here until the end of the week.

  Sensing the change, Heidi gathered herself upright.

  “How do you want me to get back home?”

  I give my hand a flippant wave.

  “Ah, you know. I thought you might be up for a nice little walk. By yourself in the dark of course. And you don’t really need your clothes, do you?”

  Heidi’s response was to lob the Kleenex box at my head.

  Chuckling, I said, “I can have my driver here in ten minutes, although you can take your time getting ready. You don’t have to rush.”

  “Okay,” she said, smiling.

  To my annoyance, she did rush. She threw her clothes on so fast that she put her dress on inside out the first time.

  Surveying her, I couldn’t quite bite back the smirk on my face.

  “Do you need me to help you with that too?”

  “No,” she said crossly, pulling it back off.

  She got it on again just in time for my car to arrive. After there was a prim knock on the door, we went there together.

  “I’m headed in a different direction,” I explained, “so I’ll be taking a different car.”

  For a few seconds, I paused awkwardly, unsure if I should kiss her. One kiss could lead to many, which could lead to hands joining in, which could lead to her back on the couch with me screwing away a few days.

  Instead, I settled for a kiss on the cheek.

  “I had an even better time than I expected,” I admitted to her. “I hope you did too. And that you’ll see me again?”

  I frowned slightly. That had come out as more of a question than I had intended. I was bloody Prince Charles for heaven’s sake. Of course she’d want to see me again.

  And yet, Heidi’s smile took a bit too long to come onto her face for my liking.

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “Excellent,” I said. “I’ll be in touch then.”

  As she turned to go, I gave her a final pat on the rump.

  She tossed a cheeky grin my way and closed the door.

  Only then did I let myself heave a sigh of relief. Heidi had been everything I’d wanted and everything I had been too afraid to even hope for. Now the only thing left was to show her the hidden room. It was the final test, and the most important and dangerous.

  Chapter 6

  Heidi

  “Keep your mouth shut, darling,” Winston, our photographer today, said.

  The old guy with the cherubic baby cheeks had a point.

  This whole shoot, I could feel Liza’s blue eyes burning into me with curiosity. At the break, she was going to pick my brain for every last detail about my date last night with Charles.

  And I absolutely couldn’t spill the beans. Charles had put his trust in me. As much as I loved Liza and would trust her with my life, I couldn’t trust someone else’s to her. It just wasn�
��t my place.

  Right now, we were in the middle of an untimely Christmas shoot. As fluffs of synthetic snow hailed down upon us and we made pouty expressions with our red sparkly lips, it occurred to me that Christmas was exactly six months away. It was July 25th, and even with the AC blasting in this studio apartment room, it felt like it.

  As helpers scooted a giant white snowman in between us, Liza wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead, knocking her Santa hat off in the process.

  “Hat!” Winston yelled.

  The scurrying of four different people for Liza’s hat made her and I smirk behind their backs. Winston was a notorious jerk, although he did get things done. Our agent had booked the next seven hours for this shoot, but if things were to continue how they had been so far, we’d be getting it done in two, if that.

  Once Liza had her hat back on, Winston rapped his hands together. All the helpers disappeared from the room, ready and waiting for his next curt command.

  “Yes,” he instructed us in his severe British tone, “this snowman, he is your boyfriend, the love of your life, the apple of your eye. He’s everything you ever wanted a man to be. Treat him that way.”

  Liza tossed me a saucy smirk, and I stuck out my tongue at her. I knew what she was getting at, and I really wasn’t in the mood.

  “Is that how you behave with your boyfriend?” Winston scolded.

  A few thoughtful seconds later, he said, “You know what? That could be how you behave with your boyfriend. Do that again. Everyone loves two girls fighting over one boy.”

  I did as I was told, wrapping my hand protectively around the snowman as if he were Charles himself. No way was I going to betray him to Liza, who was now tugging on poor Mr. Snowman’s arm.

  “Yes!” Winston roared, as if he’d had his own eureka moment.

  “More!” he roared. Liza swung her arm around Mr. Snowman, using her elbow to push me away.

  “Exceptional!” he bellowed, his monstrous craning camera snapping and snapping away.