Sexy Bachelor

by Maggie Monroe

  And what about the American sleeping in my bed? What was her story? What brought her to Galona?

  Maybe it was time I found out.

  I walked inside, making a turn for the master suite. She was tangled in the sheets. A long leg strewn across the bed. Her arms cradled a pillow. Her hair was auburn with deep hues of golden honey. She looked like a fucking angel sleeping there. I was certain I’d never had one of those in my bed before.

  And not one who was anything like this woman.

  I took another sip of coffee before placing it next to the bed.

  Her head moved. “Mmm.”

  “Bonjour.” I shirked the lounge pants from my legs. “Buenos dias.”

  I climbed on the bed, taking the sheet over my head.

  I couldn’t get enough of her. I didn’t want to. I pinned her warm sleepy body under me, taking her tit in my mouth. I sucked roughly.

  “Ohh.”

  She came alive under my slow hands as I massaged her swollen clit. I licked, swirling my tongue over her.

  She whimpered, bucking her hips towards my hand. I felt her walls flutter against my fingers. I plunged them deep in her entrance, making her groan in my ear. Fuck. She was incredible. Already wet and ready. Soft and warm.

  I kissed her neck and her shoulder. Burning my way to her mouth.

  No man could get enough of her lips. It was like she was laced with nectar.

  The morning light filtered in through the drapes. Her eyes were hooded with lust. With desire.

  My impatience won the battle. I nudged her leg to the side, pressing my hard dick to her pussy. She soaked my shaft with her honey, sliding back and forth. Daring me to fuck her like this. To drive myself home.

  “Fuck, love,” I growled. I didn’t have much self-restraint but I leaned for the drawer, sheathing myself in a condom in record time.

  Her hands carried over her head as I secured her wrists with one hand. She was mine. So sweet and submissive. I kissed her as my cock sank into her with driving force.

  “Oh God,” she purred.

  I watched her. My eyes locked on hers as I slammed into her over and over.

  Her pussy wrapped my cock in velvet heat, clenching and gripping every time I seared our bodies together. It was the hottest pussy I’d ever experienced. God, I was fucking lost in her.

  I thrust again, knowing I was going to come hard.

  I reached down, flicking her clit with urgency. She had to come too.

  “Come, baby. Fucking come. I want you to drench my cock.”

  She nodded eagerly. “Yes.” Her eyes closed.

  “Look at me.”

  Her long lashes lifted and the fire blazed in her stare. I massaged her nub, drawing the orgasm from her one stroke after another. Mine was building at the base of my spine and I was going to fucking come in seconds.

  A bead of sweat dropped from my chest and landed on her breast, rolling along her creamy skin. I cinched her wrists tighter as the rip cord in my body sprung free like a parachute and my release begged to be rewarded.

  “Fuck,” I growled. “You’re fucking mine. Right now.”

  “Yes.” She breathed. She panted my name as her walls seized my dick and rattled my balls. “Don’t stop,” she begged. “Oh please.”

  “Never,” I promised.

  She was feverish and flushed. Her eyes dazed with sexual power as I delivered her a second orgasm.

  I watched in awe as she rode it to its peak before it spilled to complete calm.

  I collapsed on top of her. I could stay inside this woman all day.

  10

  Molly

  I didn’t know what was supposed to happen now. I was sure any minute Damon was going to kick me out of bed and send me home. That would be it. The end of the contract. The end of my one-night fantasy.

  He’s breathing returned to normal. He pushed off the mattress, looking at me with the kind of look that made me want to do what we had done all over again.

  “I-I should go?” I whispered.

  “I had coffee brought up,” he answered. “Join me.”

  He rolled away and I immediately missed the closeness of his body.

  I watched in awe as he pulled a pair of lounge pants over his powerful legs and tucked his shaft inside. My clothes had been strung all over the residence. I wasn’t sure I could put them back together.

  I bit my lip, not sure how to proceed.

  Damon walked to his dresser and grabbed a shirt. “How about this, love?”

  He tossed a white T-shirt to me.

  I nodded. “Thanks.”

  I threaded it over my head and stood. It barely covered the edge of my bottom.

  He pressed his lips together, frowning. “Wait here.”

  Damon strolled to a door at the other end of the room. He turned on the light and my jaw dropped when I saw the rows of suits. It was a wardrobe as large as my entire apartment.

  He returned with a pair of jogging shorts with a drawstring.

  “Probably a little big, but maybe you can tighten them.”

  I stepped into the pair of black shorts. I noticed an emblem near the hem.

  “What’s this?” I asked.

  “Galona’s Royal Navy crest.”

  “Oh.” I pulled the string as tightly as I could and tied them into a secure knot. The shorts hung low on my hips, but at least I wasn’t half naked.

  “My favorite running shorts, actually. One of the only things I have from my navy training.”

  My eyes widened. “You were in the Royal Navy? I wouldn’t think you’d have to do that.” I followed him through the double doors and out onto a balcony.

  He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me.

  “Thank you.” It smelled heavenly.

  “Why? Do you think because I’m royalty I shouldn’t serve my country in the military?”

  From his tone I could tell I may have struck a nerve. “It seems maybe running the country would suffice.” I smiled. I tried to picture him in a full military uniform. Could he possibly get any sexier?

  “The House of Sauvage has a strong tradition of military service. My father and all my brothers have served. After I completed university, I was an officer in the Royal Navy for four years. I had to retire earlier than expected when I was crowned king. I left service as a captain.”

  “You didn’t know you were going to be king?” I sipped the coffee and I looked across the balcony. The view was incredible. I could see endless miles of ocean, surrounding the city of Freychon. It was beautiful from the top of the palace.

  He followed my gaze to a ship leaving the marina. “No. My father’s death wasn’t planned.”

  Shit. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ignorant of your family’s history. I’m very sorry.”

  His eyes floated in my direction. “How long have you been in Galona?” He quickly changed the subject.

  “Ten months,” I answered.

  “Have you spent all your time in the city, or have you ventured out of Freychon?”

  “Not much,” I admitted. “I’ve gone to the beach with my friend a few times. I did a vineyard tour.”

  “Not much, is correct.” He frowned.

  “Well, I don’t have a lot of free time.” It might sound better if I explained I wasn’t uninterested in his country. I was up to my eyeballs in my dissertation research. “I will explore the country. I just need a little time.”

  His eyes narrowed. “And what is it that takes up so much of your time?” His voice was cold, icy.

  “My dissertation.”

  He arched his eyebrows. “You’re at the Conservatory?” It seemed to change his tone.

  I nodded. “I’m here on a scholarship. Sometimes I feel like I’ll never be done, and then other times I don’t want it to be over. But for now, it’s time consuming. I keep telling myself I’ll travel when the writing is complete. At least it brought me here.” I smiled. I rattled on longer than I intended.

  He leaned against the tab
le, his heavy arms shifting the weight of the surface. “The burning question is what do you study, Miss Washington? Should I guess?” His smile was devilish. In the sunlight, I could see flecks of amber in his dark eyes. They were subtle, but they were there. “You seem to be an avid learner.”

  Holy shit. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. What happened between us last night and this morning was not me. It was alternate me. The me who wanted to try something wild and naughty. The me who needed a break from the notecards.

  “I-I. Literature,” I sputtered. Contrary to what he thought, I wasn’t schooled in stripper or hooker activity. Last night was a first.

  “Maybe you’d be interested in the royal library.”

  “The royal library?” I knew there was a special collection in the city that hadn’t been archived for public use. I had no idea it was housed here. Like The Titan, I thought it was an urban legend. Just a much nerdier one.

  “Collected for centuries. It’s downstairs.”

  “It’s here? In the palace?”

  He nodded lazily. “Would you like to see it?”

  “I would love to see it.” The smile quickly dropped from my face.

  I wasn’t supposed to stay. I had been given explicit instructions to get the hell out of the fantasy as soon as the sun came up. The contract was clear. No loitering. No stalling. No segue way to the next part of the day. The Titan created a one-night binding contract.

  “Something wrong?” He poured a second cup of coffee for me. The china mugs were small.

  I looked down at his T-shirt, covering my breasts. The shorts tied around my waist. “I need to leave. I can’t overstay my welcome.” I started to rise from the table. My clothes had to be around here somewhere.

  “Sit,” he commanded.

  My skin bristled. “But I know I should leave.” The truth was I didn’t want to wait around to be kicked out. I could leave with some shred of dignity if I collected my things and left of my own accord.

  “Do you see anyone from The Titan here?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  He pulled his expensive watch into the sunlight. He tapped it. “The fucking contract has expired, Molly.”

  “What does that mean?” I could feel something in the air changing. “What are you saying?”

  “It means, you’re staying.”

  I blinked. “But I have…I can’t. Can I?” My head was spinning. This wasn’t part of the plan. It was strictly forbidden.

  “You can and you will.” He seemed confident whatever he said was law. Maybe it was.

  He rose from the table. “I’ll have some clothes delivered.”

  “And the library?” I blurted.

  He laughed. “Yes and then I’ll take you to the library.”

  He walked inside, leaving me on the balcony to bask in what was an unbelievable situation. Was this happening? The china cup rattled as I lifted it from the saucer. I looked out at the city below. This was a royal view. The king’s view. And in this moment—it was mine.

  11

  Damon

  I shouldn’t have said it. The moment Molly offered to leave, I should have let her walk out the door. It would be easy to send her home. Watch that cute ass take a step on the other side of my residence and never let it cross the threshold again. But I couldn’t fucking do it. I always got what I wanted and I wanted her. Every part of her.

  Membership in the society couldn’t dictate what I did as king. Lesage could fuck off if he thought I cared about his code of honor.

  This was my country.

  My laws.

  My way.

  I waited in my office while she changed. I needed to review the itinerary for the day. It was delivered promptly at 8 a.m. each morning in a black leather case. It was called the lodestar. It always had been. It sat on my desk.

  I pressed my thumb to the latch. Once my thumbprint was recognized the device unlocked, revealing the official royal schedule. There was a complete listing of every event my brothers and sister would attend today, as well as the talking points I needed to address for my lunch with the prime minister of the Bostique islands.

  My sister Isabel was on the other side of the country representing my interests in the irrigation of the country’s olive groves. Although we couldn’t match Spain, our farmers were out producing our neighbors per square acre. It was something I thought worth investing in. Irrigation would double their production.

  I ran down the list. Liam had a dinner with the Chinese ambassador. Trade was the number one topic. Klein was on the west coast for the opening of a data research center. Galona tax payers had funded the project.

  I held my breath when I saw Dominic’s assignment. Sending him to represent the crown was always a risk. He had a late morning engagement at the hospital in the city. I groaned. As long as Kenley stayed close by, we should be able to avoid a scandal this morning.

  I glanced at my aunts’ and uncles’ locations for the day. My cousins were also scattered. Nothing related to official crown business on the list. I folded the page and began to read the diplomatic situation with Morovina. I exhaled. I hated tiptoeing around the fucking obvious.

  “Hi.” Molly tapped on the door.

  I looked up from my notes, closing the royal briefing with a click.

  I stood from my desk. She was wearing the clothes I requested. A slim black skirt that showed off miles of legs and a sleeveless silk shirt. She looked edible. And I knew exactly how sweet she tasted. My cock twitched. Fuck, she had thrown me off my game.

  “Are you busy? Should I come back?” she offered.

  “No. I was going over today’s agenda. I can look at it later.” I walked to the front of the desk, taking her palm and dragging her toward me.

  My hand slid along her jaw, twisting her hair through my fingers. Her lips parted and I couldn’t resist. My kiss wasn’t gentle or romantic. My tongue plunged into her mouth, coaxing a moan from her throat.

  I gripped her ass with my other hand.

  “Ready to see the royal library, Molly Washington?” I teased.

  She dragged her lips over mine. “Mmmhmm.”

  “Let’s go.”

  I straightened my jacket, positioning my cufflinks so that the family crest was upright. I pressed the button on the elevator.

  Molly seemed to have more time to take in her surroundings. “Are there other people here?” she asked.

  I cocked my head toward her. “You’ll have to elaborate. My staff is nearly 200.”

  “Oh.” She fidgeted nervously. “Visitors? Tourists perhaps?”

  I nodded. “Not in this part of the palace. There is a limited route. I try never to intercept them. It causes a security nightmare in the palace if the tourists see me.”

  “This place is enormous. What do you do with all the rooms?”

  The doors retracted and we stepped into the foyer. Last night’s security had been replaced with two fresh faces. They stared straight ahead as I guided Molly along the corridor.

  “You’ve seen the king’s residence.” I winked. “I do share my roof with three princes and a princess. It can get crowded.”

  “Your brothers and sister?”

  “Yes. We all have apartments. The first two floors are reserved for official state business. Meetings, balls, state dinners, field trips for children. The living quarters for some of the staff and the kitchens. Then there are the art galleries, the gardens, and the recreational areas.”

  “Holy shit, this is insane. It’s a city inside a city.”

  I laughed at her language. Rules changed outside my residence. Decorum mattered.

  “You’ll watch that dirty mouth.” I eyed her. “Save that for my bed, Sapphire.”

  Her mouth opened in shock. Her eyes dropped to the floor. “I’m sorry.” She sucked in her bottom lip. “And you can’t call me that,” she scolded playfully. I liked how easily she fell into banter.

  “Don’t apologize. Just watch what you say. You’re in a royal household. I
’ll call you what I want.”

  I saw her back stiffen. Her heels clacked against the marble floor. It took everything in me not to smack her ass firmly and press her up against the wall next to the coat of arms. The knight could watch me fuck her. Watch her come hard as I defiled the family heirlooms.

  “Here.” I pressed the small of her back. “The library.”

  Her gasp was worth everything. She stood at the entrance. I’d never thought about what this room would look like through the veil of someone else’s eyes. But Molly gave me that glimpse. Her awe was palpable.

  She walked toward the shelves, careful not to touch any of the volumes. Her fingers hovered just short of the spines.

  “These are amazing. I can’t believe this collection. There are books in here that must be over a hundred years old. I-I’m speechless.”

  I stuffed my hands in my pockets. “You can touch the books, Molly.”

  She shook her head. “No. I couldn’t. They’re too precious. The history of these texts is priceless.”

  I walked toward her. I wrapped my arms around her back, sliding my fingers through hers. She sighed into my chest. “Like this.” I reached our hands forward, gliding over a crumbling hardback.

  She gasped slightly when she saw the cover, then giggled. “You would pick Cantar de mio Cid. Such a classic rebel.”

  “Not breaking any literary laws I take it?”

  “Not with this one. I can’t believe this is real.” She leaned into me as she scanned the shelves upward toward the ceiling. It formed a stained-glass dome.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I looked up in this room. I couldn’t remember when I gave a shit about ancient texts or what was in here. How many copies of Shakespeare were there? Did we have Keats and Kipling? How extensive were our American authors?

  I straightened her shoulders so that she was standing upright.

  “I have lunch with the prime minister.” I don’t know why I felt like I needed to explain my absence. I didn’t share my schedule with anyone. I never had.

  “Oh.”

  “But stay.” I turned for the door. “And touch the books, Molly.”