Prince's Pregnant Princess

by Ana Adams

  “I wouldn’t say that…”

  His gaze crackled up and down her body. “Well what would you say, then?”

  The question seemed like a doorway; one she was unsure if she should step through. Even though everything in her was dying to push the envelope. “I’d say…I won’t break yours.”

  He laughed a little, his eyes betraying confusion but also something red-hot. “What if I asked you to?”

  Her heart hammered in her chest. He was flirting with her. He was freaking flirting. And God help her if she didn’t return it. “I suppose I could work something out.” She batted her eyes, leaning in closer to him. “Only if you wanted me to.”

  Desire swirled in his eyes. There was no mistaking it. Excitement shivered through her; all the incredulous questions of is this seriously happening and oh my God can he be for real sloughed away, to the farthest reaches of her mind.

  This wasn’t the time to ask questions, not when every cell in her body was desperate to see this through.

  Niccolo held out his hand and she offered hers, a reflex. His coarse thumb drifted back and forth over her knuckles, the heat of him very nearly a drug.

  “Hmmm.” He tugged at her wrist and she came to standing easily, like she was full of helium and he was the only anchor. From so close, she saw the tiny lines near his eyes, probably from stress or overworking. Light stubble grazed his jawline…and those eyes were a vortex from so near. One she’d be sucked into willingly.

  “To clarify,” he murmured, dragging his fingertips up her arm. “This isn’t normal either.”

  Her eyes drifted shut. Goosebumps flared in the wake of his fingers. “But it’s a special occasion, right?” Her breath hitched as his fingers crested the roundness of her shoulder, drifting up her neck. She tilted her head to welcome the touch. “It’s important to celebrate.”

  The words shocked her, sounding like they’d come from someone else entirely. The bourbon was too good—strong enough for her to cast reason aside after three shots.

  But only because she wanted to.

  She tilted her head up to him, looking at him with half-lidded eyes, loving the flex of his jaw as he caressed her face.

  “Let’s celebrate then.” Niccolo lowered his head, crushing his lips against hers. His mouth was velvety and warm, prompting a whimper. He pulled back, inhaling sharply. “I’m sorry, I—”

  “Don’t be sorry.” She grabbed at his suit lapels, tugging him closer. “Just kiss me again.”

  Chapter Four

  Niccolo cupped her face in his hands and kissed her like he’d wanted to since eight thirty that morning. Long, drawn-out kisses that shuddered through his entire body; ones that made his cock twitch and his head spin. He kissed her until his chest hurt for want of air; he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing heavily, trying to figure out what the hell he was doing.

  This was wrong. This was wronger than wrong. But yet it felt too right with her.

  Niccolo guided her to the desk and pushed her against it, smoothing his palms over her hips and then lifting her under the ass cheek. She gasped then giggled, spreading her legs, a gap he filled with his body.

  “This must be part of the welcome package,” she murmured, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth.

  He laughed, low and guttural, a pang of regret flashing through him. But it didn’t last long. They’d breached the code of ethics this far, why not go a little further? “Definitely not. Like I said, this is a very special occasion.”

  He trailed his fingertips up over her arms, following the seam of her shirt from the cuff to the buttons down the front. Her gaze followed his hands to the bottom of her shirt, where he undid a button.

  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve laid eyes on,” he said, the truth echoing painfully through him. That was the crux of it—she’d make keeping his hands off her impossible. Better to get it out of his system now…or something.

  “I don’t believe that for a second,” she said, arching toward him as he undid the entire line of buttons. At the top he paused, surveying the tiny sliver of skin revealed by the open shirt. He pushed it open and back over her shoulders, revealing a taupe lace bra.

  “Mmm.” He slid a finger under her bra strap, eyes stuck to the luscious curve of her breast. He would eat this woman up from head to toe. “God, Georgia. You drive me wild.”

  She smirked. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

  “That’s half the problem.” He smoothed his hands over her knees, pushing them up over the warm expanse of her thighs. Her breath hitched when he breached her skirt, pushing it up to her hips, bunching it around her waist.

  He gritted his teeth as he surveyed the tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy—a black lace thong that bit into the cleft of her womanhood, revealing the sweet curve of her folds. He moaned low, smoothing a thumb over her mons, his cock a noticeable ridge in his pants.

  Georgia tensed as his thumb grazed the folds of her pussy. She drew a shaky breath.

  “God, this is so hot.”

  “Mmm.” He swiped his thumb over her underwear again, grazing the clit. She tensed and whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. Jackpot.

  “Why don’t you take your clothes off?” Her breathy suggestion tore through him and it was a race to unbuckle his pants. He tore his shirt off in record time, pushing his pants down so they gathered at his ankles. Georgia’s gaze fell to his black briefs, her mouth parting slightly.

  He snagged the plump bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re staring.”

  “How could I not?” She coaxed a kiss out of him, yanking him closer by the waist. She hooked her ankles behind his butt and the heat of their groins collided.

  He laughed through a kiss, smoothing his hands over the cups of her bra, around back to free the clasp. The bra sprang open and he slid the straps down without breaking the kiss.

  “You kill me,” he said, voice almost a growl. He cupped each heavy, creamy breast in turn, the weight and heat of them searing through him. Flicking each nipple, he dipped his head to take each rosy pink bud in his mouth. Her fist found his hair and she arched against him, inhaling sharply.

  “God, Niccolo.” Her head lolled to the side as he suckled at each nipple. “I feel like I could come already.”

  Just the word ‘come’ from her lips made his dick throb; he skipped kisses over her chest, up her neck, taking a bit of the firm flesh behind her ear. “Don’t come yet. I’m not done with you.”

  He traced the hourglass curves of her body down to her hips, trailing a hand in between her legs. He held her gaze as he grazed his fingertips over the crease of her pussy, loving the swirls of emotions in her eyes as he touched her. He pinched at her clit through the fabric of the panty, and she moaned loudly. If she was close to coming, he was closer—something about this woman pushed him way, way over the edge.

  He slipped a finger beneath the fabric of the panties and probed her slick heat, tripping over the folds until he found the needy nub at the heart. He pinched and grazed and massaged her clit, loving the expressions that washed over her face. Her head dropped to his shoulder and she groaned.

  “I’m so close.” Her voice came out weak, like from a different room. “Please, Niccolo, I need it.”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice. He shoved his briefs down, his veiny cock bobbing in the air. She straightened, gaze fastened to it, reaching for it with a low moan.

  “Too perfect,” she whispered, fisting the length of him, her smooth hands on his straining cock making his knees buckle. He gripped the edge of the desk as she jacked him off, eyes fastened to her fist on his cock, and after a few minutes, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

  He stilled her hand, taking big handfuls of her ass cheeks to hoist her closer. “I want to feel you from the inside.”

  She nodded, eyes half-lidded and sultry as she looked up at him, drawing a finger down through his chest hair. “Take me.”

  He tilted his head to get a good l
ook at the two of them, their bodies pressed together, this sexy collision of skin and heat. Tugging her to the edge of the desk, he aligned their parts, his bulging cockhead slipping over the slick folds of her pussy. It didn’t take much searching for his dick to find the way; he pressed himself inside her, sinfully slow, enjoying the velvety heat that encased him like the finest-fitting glove.

  He pressed himself deeper until there was no more space to find. Buried to the hilt, their eyes locked, desperation and wonderment reflecting back at him. She clung to him, breath coming out in short puffs.

  “Fuck.” He pressed his forehead to hers, moving against her slowly, not trusting himself to last long. It hadn’t been terribly long since he’d been laid last—but he hadn’t been with anyone like Georgia in…hell, maybe ever. “You feel so fucking good.”

  She gulped and nodded, whimpering slightly as she cinched her legs tighter around his waist. The shift in angle crippled him, prompted a gravelly groan that made him shudder to a stop, to regain control. She felt too damn good. The woman was magical.

  “I’m so close,” he whispered, resuming slow, slow movements. He’d come if she sneezed.

  “Me too.” She smoothed a palm over his chest, grazing his nipple. “I want you to fuck me, Niccolo. As hard as you can.”

  The words alone could have pushed him over the edge, but he held it together. He snagged her lips in a kiss and when they broke for air he pulled back, grabbing big handfuls of her ass. He pumped as hard as he could, escalating from slow and erotic to fast and devilish, loving the jiggle of her breasts as he fucked her. She screamed, pushing herself up on the desk behind her, eyes pinched shut as she took it.

  Niccolo bit his lip, sweat breaking out at his temple, his own climax churning deep inside. It wouldn’t be long now.

  “Fuck, Niccolo!” Georgia dug her nails into the ridge of his shoulder, arching toward him, her pretty pink nipples the only thing he could see. “I’m coming!”

  He didn’t let up and worked her harder, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her hips as he made sure she rode out her orgasm before he let his own pass through. Her pussy clenched and she jerked beneath him, a groan mixing with a giggle as she came, and came, and came. Niccolo groaned, letting his own static explosion spill over, letting a gruff cry as the pleasure sprang free from his core and burst into every cell of his body. He stilled against her, legs shaking as he came, scooping her tight against his body.

  In the aftermath, the two of them heaved in unison, foreheads pressed together, the world a blur as Niccolo’s orgasm receded into the background.

  “Holy shit.” Georgia’s voice was feeble. She squeezed his arm. “That was incredible.”

  Incredible didn’t do it justice. That type of sex was a game changer. But it wasn’t just the sex. Something underlined it, an explosive connection that he didn’t quite understand yet.

  A connection he’d do anything to probe further.

  He slipped himself out of her, smiling at her, moving a stray piece of hair from her forehead. “God, you’re sexy after you’ve come.”

  She blushed, which felt like a personal victory. “Same to you, buddy.” She paused, indecision wracking her. “Or should I say boss.” She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God. This is going to ruin my new job, isn’t it?”

  The fog must have lifted for her. He grabbed her chin in between his thumb and forefinger, meeting her gaze. “Listen. Your job is not in jeopardy. I promise.”

  She nibbled at her bottom lip. “We had sex on the first day. That’s bad.”

  He grinned. “But it was so good, right?”

  She groaned. “God, you’re right.”

  “Let’s just pretend you start tomorrow. Today was a freebie—just the meet and greet. You aren’t even my employee yet.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “That’s total bullshit.”

  “So?” He dragged his fingertips up and down the sides of her arms. “It’s our secret. I promise.”

  She eyed him, some of the suspicion clearing. “Okay. I mean, you’re the boss after all.”

  “Exactly.” He pulled his briefs and pants up, the belt jingling as he re-hooked it.

  Georgia re-hooked her bra, shrugging the work shirt back on. Sliding off the desk, she replaced her skirt, smoothing it over those delicious shapely legs. Desire descended over him again; the one and done theory was already falling apart.

  Once they were both redressed, Georgia looked at him with a strained smile. “I should get going.”

  He nodded, adjusting his watch. “I didn’t mean to keep you.”

  She looked like she was about to add something, but clamped her mouth shut. “Thanks for…this. It was great.”

  Sincerity shone through her words, along with a hefty dose of awkwardness. He didn’t know quite how to respond, other than begging her to take her clothes back off again. There was no clear protocol for handling a situation like this—and furthermore, he’d never, ever broken his own rule about cavorting with colleagues before. Something about Georgia made him toss the rulebook, and the thought made him uneasy.

  “Be safe getting home.” He reached for a business card, passing it to her. “Call me if you need anything. Ever. I’m always available.”

  She looked at it, nodding. “Thanks, Niccolo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  He watched her slip out the office, shutting the door behind her, leaving the office in a thick silence. As soon as she’d gone, questions flooded him: what the fuck was that? What were you thinking? How could you have screwed your new PA?

  But there were no answers quite yet. Maybe there wouldn’t be for a while. Though the only clear outcome from their evening in his office would be wanting more evenings in his office like that. She might very well become an addiction—or at the very least, the constant star of his masturbatory fantasies.

  Neither of those sounded quite right. The truth was, he’d boned a stranger. And though that wasn’t an uncommon practice for him in his personal life, there was something unsavory about that stranger being the woman who was tasked to handle his professional life for the foreseeable future.

  The only clear next step was to show up for work the next day and go from there.

  Chapter Five

  Georgia arrived at work early the next morning, partly because she couldn’t sleep the night before, and partly because she wanted to be extra punctual, as a way to prove to her new colleagues that she was a stellar employee. Not the type of employee, for example, to sleep with the boss.

  She grimaced in the elevator, letting her head hang. The sex had been mind-blowing, but she regretted it all the same. She hadn’t worked for years to get to this point in her career just to blow it by sleeping with the Hot Italian Boss. The image of his muscular thighs seared through her: the caramel chest dappled with wiry hair, the way his gaze gobbled her up like she was the sexiest thing in the world.

  Even though the sex had been actually the best of her life, she couldn’t dwell on that, or ever think of it again. Because her reputation as a PA would not be sullied by the one poor decision made by very well-aged bourbon from an unmarked flask. She’d make sure this stayed a secret. Surely Niccolo wouldn’t risk his own reputation—but maybe he already had this reputation.

  She bit her lip, scolding herself as she had the past twelve hours. You couldn’t have at least waited to get the inside scoop on his reputation before banging him? She’d acted like an amateur all around. Falling prey to the boss’ wiles. Having unprotected sex without even a glance at his sexual history. Putting her entire career—and the pending award—at risk.

  Regret crashed over her again as the elevator doors slid open. She strode through the halls of Napoli Philanthrophy, smiling at the few people already there. If word got out that she’d slept with the CEO of Napoli Philanthropy, then she’d never have a shot at winning the award. They’d write her off as a ladder-climber, a favor-seeker. Someone who took shortcuts by gaining favor via sexual advances.

 
; That’s not who she was, and she’d be damned if her professional life took a nosedive because of it.

  So all that she had to do was never think about his rock-hard body or thick, straining, perfectly-shaped cock ever again.

  It would be a breeze.

  Martha wasn’t there when she entered their work area. Niccolo’s door, however, hung open. Inside, he paced the far wall, phone pressed to his ear. Her belly flopped—he looked crisp and immaculate, just like the day before. Except now she knew exactly what lay under that blue and white pinstripe button-up. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the memory to evaporate.

  Niccolo glanced up during the call, gaze sizzling over her. He snapped the phone shut and strode out to greet her. “Good morning, Georgia.”

  She forced a smile, avoiding his gaze. “Morning, Niccolo.”

  A heavy silence hung between them. Georgia situated her belongings, wondering what he might say, what either of them should say.

  “Tell Martha this needs to be filed.” He slid a paper toward her on the desk. “She’ll show you what needs to be done.”

  She nodded, looking at the paper, jumping when his door slammed shut. So maybe he was back to being rude. That, at least, she could handle.

  A few minutes later, Martha shuffled into the waiting area. She beamed at Georgia, purse slung over a shoulder.

  “There you are! You’re an early bird, just like Niccolo. Ready for another fun day?”

  Georgia wilted slightly but kept her smile firm. This fun day would not end like the first fun day. She would make sure of it. “You know it, Martha.”

  Martha settled into her spot, chattering about her granddaughter’s play the night before. Georgia nodded and smiled, barely hearing her as she kept a furtive watch on Niccolo’s door. Having sex with him on the edge of his desk had been a bad choice. Now she might never get over it. And worse yet, he might never either. Her whole job could be in jeopardy, and then she’d never be able to afford her own place, she’d never win the award, and everything she’d worked for would crumble to shit around her.