Sexy Bachelor

by Maggie Monroe

  “Come here,” she whispered coyly. I entered the water slowly, tormenting her. Making her wait as she begged to be filled.

  I pressed the tip of my crown to her lips. She greedily took me in her mouth, sliding her tongue down the bottom of my shaft. I groaned as she sucked me further, daring me to come.

  The hot water prickling my back was nothing compared to the fire she lit inside me. I pulled back and thrust myself deeper into her throat, filling her the way I knew she wanted. She gagged around my massive cock. I shuddered against the convulsion.

  I twisted my hands in her wet hair and fucked her perfect mouth. My hips moved in a steady rhythm as she dug her fingers into my thighs, coaxing me even farther. I didn’t know she could take me this deep.

  I pulsed in and out, harder and harder. I could feel the pressure building. I slammed the palm of my hand into the tile wall, slick with steam. She didn’t hesitate. Her head tilted back as she relished my throbbing need. Tasting my mounting desire.

  “You’re going to make me come, love.”

  She responded with a moan that sent vibrations through my entire body. I tightened my fist in her hair as she swirled her tongue, meeting my pace. Matching my urgency. My muscles tensed as I hilted firmly into her willing mouth.

  “Look at me.”

  There were tears brimming as she opened her eyes. How could she still look this beautiful, even down on her knees choking around my cock? The hunger in her look pushed me over the edge. I pumped hard, spilling come deep into her throat. I ran my hands over the back of her neck, holding her there. Relishing in the wet heat as she drank me. Her lips slid around my shaft, coating me with my own release. The sensation was amazing.

  She smiled as I pulled her to her feet, caressing her curves with my fingertips. Pulling her into a deep kiss.

  “I can think of worse ways to spend ten minutes,” she giggled, reaching for the soap.

  “Not so fast, Molly Washington. It’s your turn.” The meetings could wait for the king to fulfill his duties.

  This was how mornings were supposed to start.

  36

  Molly

  I looked around for things to do to preoccupy my mind after Damon left. It was strange to have all my old things in a new set of apartments. My rooms were joined to the king’s residence. On the other side of his spare bedroom was a corridor that connected his suite to mine. I didn’t need a set of rooms, but I realized while I worked on my dissertation it was nice to have a space to spread out. I didn’t have to worry about Brooklyn stacking up my notecards.

  I had left her a voicemail and sent two texts. She hadn’t responded. I’d try her again after lunch.

  I had two bedrooms, a living room, dining room, an enormous bathroom, and a closet as big as a garage. There was no kitchen. Whatever I wanted came from the royal kitchen downstairs. The chefs on staff were ready to cook anything the royals wanted, no matter what time it was.

  I opened my laptop. Palace cyber security was at an all-time high. One of the tech guys had to reprogram my laptop with encrypted codes so that it couldn’t be hacked when I was out. As the king’s newest advisor, that was a threat that concerned the intelligence force.

  I didn’t tell them I wasn’t an actual advisor. I let them do what they needed and waited to get my laptop back.

  The screen lit up and I clicked on my email. I had poured a second cup of coffee after my shower with Damon. I wasn’t sure how we had mixed being so dirty with clean, but it was a fun experiment. I giggled to myself.

  I deleted a few of the coupons in my inbox. Then I saw it.

  The email popped open and I read it so fast that I couldn’t process the message. I had to reread it.

  “Oh my God.” I placed the mug on the desk. I couldn’t believe this. I held my breath as if that would somehow affect the contents of the letter.

  It had happened. London had accepted my application.

  I read the email again, much slower this time.

  I jumped up, throwing my arms in the air. “Yes!” I spun around.

  Six weeks at the Literary Institute in London, locked in a vault with rare texts. It was a career dream. My dream. I could almost smell the pages.

  But oh. Holy shit. Damon was never going to be ok with that.

  And my stomach flipped as I realized that I might not be either.

  ***

  I was positioned at one end of the dining room table. I decided this was the best place to line up the notecards. I wasn’t going to host any state dinners here. It was unused space, and from what I gathered, the apartments were closed up when they weren’t occupied.

  I looked up when my new suite manager knocked.

  “It’s ok, Francesca. You don’t have to knock.” I smiled.

  “Ma’am, you have a visitor.”

  “Oh?” I looked down at what I was wearing. Ayla wouldn’t be happy I had taken the day off to be a student.

  “Princess Isabel is here.”

  “Oh.”

  “Where would you like to receive the princess?”

  I fumbled. Was it supposed to be formal? Couldn’t she just walk in here like a regular person?

  “The living room is fine, Francesca. I’ll be right out. You can offer her something to drink.” There was one thing all palace rooms had—a fully stocked bar.

  I left the rows of colored cards and walked into the main room of my apartment. Damon’s sister was waiting for me.

  “There you are.”

  “Hi, Isabel. Sorry, I was working on my chapter orders.”

  She waved her hand in the air. “I’m not like my brother. You don’t have to apologize. I can wait a few minutes.”

  I smiled and took a seat next to her. “Thank you for understanding.”

  “Have you recovered from last night?”

  I almost choked. “Y-yes, I have.”

  “Good. I know my mother was a complete bitch. She’s gone.”

  I wasn’t sure how to respond. A delicate approach was probably the way to go. “It’s not her fault. It was rushed. There was a large audience. It’s ok.”

  “You are way too saintly for this family.” She crossed her legs. I didn’t know if she was planning on staying a while. “After that scene, I didn’t want to speak to her. Damon was livid. She won’t be back until he requests it, which isn’t likely any time soon.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. Damon has told me a short version of the situation I’m sure, but I don’t want to be one more reason she stays away from Freychon.”

  “Believe me, you are not the reason. I’m the only one willing to visit her anymore.”

  “I’m sure you were excited about the olive grove vote. Damon told me you spent time there before our trip.”

  “That was his victory, not mine. I go where I’m requested. Which is actually why I’m here.” She flipped her long hair over her shoulder. Her high cheek bones were dusted with a light pink.

  “What do you mean?”

  She grinned. “As the king’s advisor I was hoping you’d be able to put in a request for me.”

  I laughed. “You can’t be serious. You’re his sister. You have more pull than I do.”

  “True, but with a little nudge from his favorite consort I think my idea would be more successful.”

  “I don’t have that kind of influence. Really. Damon makes his own decisions.”

  “Then think of it as a favor.”

  “Ok. I’m happy to help with a favor. But please, not as Consort. I wouldn’t feel right.”

  She sighed lightly. “You have so much to learn about royal politics. Anyway, I’ve been trying to convince my brother to send me to Spain.”

  “Spain?”

  “Yes. I need to get away from Galona for a while. I’m tired of these rural trips. I need a vacation. And not a fake vacation where I have to make appearances. An actual, honest to God break from being princess.”

  I didn’t feel like I could ask her what was behind the request. Besides, she sh
ould be able to travel where she wanted. But I was learning that everyone in the family had issues with the crown. It was like a ghost that haunted them.

  “Sure. I’ll say something,” I offered.

  “That’s it? You’re not going to squeeze answers out of me?”

  I shook my head. “No. I’m sure you have a reason for wanting to go. My parents didn’t try to talk me out of studying in Freychon. I’m twenty-seven. I’m past the point of asking permission.”

  “Ahh. And you aren’t royal.”

  “No, I’m not.” It seemed as if someone was always trying to remind me what my position was in the palace. Instructing me to adhere to all the rules. Explaining that because I’m such an outsider, I couldn’t possibly understand.

  “That’s a good thing, Molly.” She smiled. “Damon needs that. We all do. A touch of reality in these walls is what we’re all looking for. It will keep him grounded and make him a better king. I think it’s already happening.”

  “Favor granted.” I used my best royal voice. We both laughed.

  “You’re the best.” She stood to leave. “I’m glad you’re here. You have no idea what it’s like living with four brothers.”

  The palace was so huge I never ran into any of them. Everyone kept to their private apartments.

  “No, I only have one.” I couldn’t relate to her life for many reasons.

  “Lucky you.”

  “I’ll let you know how it goes with Damon.”

  She pulled me into a hug. “Thank you.”

  I sighed. If only the rest of my day was going to be that easy.

  37

  Damon

  Georgan waited for me behind The Titan. The door closed as I left and I knew I’d never be back. I had paid Lesage in full. All traces of my name in the club had been destroyed. The House of Sauvage would be represented by my brothers now.

  “Sir.” Georgan held the car door. He stared straight.

  “Thank you. I need to make one more stop before we return to the palace.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  I ducked into the backseat. “I’d like to stop by Vitania’s.”

  “Of course, Your Majesty.”

  We sped away from the club. That chapter of my life was closed. No more nights feuding with Sebastian over women. No more drunken parties that ended in one night of fucking. One tender had changed that. It had changed me.

  Georgan communicated with the security vehicle behind us. We arrived at the rear entrance of Vitania’s. It was unconventional, but I was steering our path as far from royal tradition as I could. Something about the unsavory exchange with my mother had pushed me further. There was value in the history and the tradition of our family, but there was also an ugly side. A side that had made my mother a bitter woman. She was controlled by the confines of the past. Those shackles wouldn’t hold me down any longer.

  I waited in the car while the officers did a quick sweep of the patrons.

  “It’s clear. There is no one shopping.”

  “Thank you.”

  The officer pulled the door open for me. A small bell jingled as I entered. I hadn’t been in this store since I was a child. It was the official jeweler of the royal family, but they usually made house calls. It was one more way I was bucking the system. I could shop for myself.

  The woman inside the store nodded. “Your Majesty, this is an honor.” She seemed flustered, immediately straightening her apron.

  “Thank you. I could use your help today.”

  Her glasses were attached to a chain around her neck. She had thick spongy hair like a curly helmet.

  “Anything you need. What are you shopping for today?” she asked. “I-I really am honored you have chosen today to shop.”

  I walked toward the first glass case. I didn’t see anything I liked.

  “An engagement ring,” I stated.

  The woman gasped. “Your Majesty!”

  I put my finger to my lips. “Shh. It’s a secret. My family has shopped at Vitania’s for years because of the discretion here. I’m sure that hasn’t changed.”

  Her curls shook. “It has not. I will not tell a soul.”

  “Good. Then I’m looking for something with sapphires.”

  “We have a beautiful selection. I have some pieces in the back. Let me gather a few. I’ll be right back.”

  “Thank you.” I smiled at her.

  The guards stood like statues at the doors. I wouldn’t be able to maintain the secrecy for long, but after tonight I wouldn’t have to.

  A few minutes later the shop keeper returned with a black velvet tray. She pulled back the cloth covering the surface to reveal three stunning pieces of jewelry.

  “Your Majesty, we can also custom make any design you like if these don’t suit you.”

  I plucked the middle one from the tray. I held it toward the light. It was flawless. The sapphire was the perfect shade.

  “I assume these are perfect quality.”

  “Oh yes. These are the highest quality diamonds and sapphires. If you would like to exchange a stone for one of your family stones, we can do that as well.”

  “That’s not necessary.” I didn’t like the suggestion. I wanted a new beginning. I was tired of the same rings being handed down for two hundred years. That wasn’t Molly.

  She was a breath of fresh air. She was light and beauty. She was my sapphire, and I was going to buy her the most expensive pure gem in this city.

  “This is the one.”

  “Are you sure you wouldn’t like to look at some others?” She seemed surprised I had made my decision so quickly.

  “That’s the one.” I handed it to her.

  She had a toothy smile. “Of course. It’s a beautiful ring. You have wonderful taste, Your Majesty.” She scurried to the back for the ring box.

  This woman didn’t need to say it. I knew I had excellent taste. I had chosen Molly.

  ***

  The wooden case was nestled inside my suit jacket. Georgan stood by the car door as I walked through the private palace entrance.

  Security was behind me.

  I was on a mission. I had one goal. Take the elevator to the top floor and put this ring on Molly’s finger.

  Enough with the family dissent. Enough with politics and worrying about the sanctity of the crown. I was in love with this woman. I couldn’t think of a single reason to wait.

  After all, I wasn’t a patient man.

  “Your Majesty.” Kenley rushed me as soon as I crossed the threshold. She was out of breath.

  “Kenley.” I turned for the elevators. I wasn’t interested in being pulled into a royal matter.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt your afternoon.”

  “What is it?”

  “Dominic, sir,” she whispered. “Can we step into the sitting room?”

  I walked into the closest open room, shutting the doors behind us.

  “What has he done this time?” I quizzed her. I could only begin to guess what kind of episode one of his binges had caused.

  “He showed up drunk to this morning’s library dedication for the children’s wing.”

  “He did what?” I roared. It was worse than I thought. Getting drunk on a golf course or at a cocktail party was one thing. Around children was completely unacceptable.

  Kenley closed her eyes. “He stumbled into one of the librarians.”

  “Good God. Did you get him out of there?”

  She nodded, wincing. “But not before two flasks fell from his pockets. The children saw, sir. There were cameras and phones everywhere. I can’t contain it. It’s already on social media.”

  “Fuck,” I whispered, not caring if I swore in front of her anymore. “Where is he now?”

  “Sleeping it off,” she answered. “I left him in his apartment. There is a guard outside the door. He can’t leave his suite. Although, I don’t think he’ll awaken anytime soon.”

  I ran my hands through my hair. “Why was he drinking so early? I thought the mo
rning events were the safe bet.”

  “He never stopped after the ball. I put him to bed, but he didn’t stay there.” Her eyes hit the floor. “He left the palace with a woman. I don’t know who.”

  I clenched my jaw. “Kenley, it’s your job to know everything. How did he leave the palace?”

  “He passed out,” she fired back. “Or at least he pretended to pass out. He was asleep when I left him. He made the library engagement on time. By the time I realized he was drunk it was too late.”

  “Damn it.” The fallout from showing up drunk to a children’s event was going to be catastrophic. We had managed his vices so far, but at some point he was going to crack the shield we tried to protect him with. It had finally happened.

  “I’m sorry.”

  I inhaled deeply. “It was going to happen, Kenley. We all knew it was only a matter of time.” I sat in a nearby chair.

  What kind of brother had I been? I dealt with my demons while Dominic dealt with his. As if we were on islands separated by a vast ocean instead of under the same roof, of the same blood. He was my family. My responsibility.

  “I need to see him.”

  “Would you like me to go with you?” she offered.

  “No. I appreciate everything you’ve done, but this is a conversation between brothers.”

  “I understand.” She spoke softly. It wasn’t Kenley’s usual demeanor. I could tell what happened this morning had rattled her.

  “Kenley, what I said earlier.” I paused. “Dominic’s drinking isn’t your fault. I shouldn’t have said what I did.”

  “I could have stopped him,” she argued. “I shouldn’t have left him last night.” Regret was written in her eyes.

  “You carry no blame in this. He’s not Dominic right now. And I need to face that. So does he.”

  I rose from the antique chair and squeezed her shoulder gently as I walked past. “Thank you for taking care of him all this time. I’ll take it from here.”

  “I am sorry, Your Majesty.”