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  I stir my cock inside her, closing my eyes and allowing the sensation to wash over me. All of my attention is on my dick. The tight hug of her vaginal walls throbs around my shaft, calling to me. Urging me to plunge deeper, go farther, harder.

  I suck in a mighty breath, ease my hips all the way back until just the tip of my dick is being squeezed. “Fuck, your cunt is milking my cock. Sweet Jesus, I’m never going to get enough.” I slam back in, her body jolts forward, but I grip her shoulder and hold her in place while I lose my mind.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chant with every thrust.

  “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she responds in kind.

  Until neither of us can take it anymore.

  The pleasure is too much. Too good. Too everything.

  On one last hard thrust, I curve over her back, sweep an arm around her upper body, and hoist her up.

  “Mouth!” I grunt, holding my breath, the new position having the weight of her body sinking down deeper on my dick.

  Pure bliss.

  Sky turns her head, wrapping one arm around my neck so she can hold on. I hold her face with one hand, locking our lips onto one another and plunging my tongue inside. With my other hand, I cup her sex, my fingers on either side of my cock that’s shoved deep inside her. I use my thumb to press against her clit, and then I rub . . . hard.

  She screams through our kiss, but I swallow it down, doubling up on manipulating her clit while I fuck her. She explodes around me, the walls of her sex squeezing me so tight I shoot off like a cannon. Holding her in place, my tongue in her mouth, my fingers all over her cleft, my dick softening but still inside of her, I let the tremors pound through me.

  Finally I let her mouth go, and she pants, “I’ve never experienced anything like that.” She licks her lips, her eyes closing languidly.

  I smile and kiss along her misty neck. “Me either. It seems like every time with you is a first.”

  10

  The last two weeks have been a whirlwind of activity. Between the crown prince becoming the next king of Denmark, the burial of the last king, training Christina, and having spent yesterday between Skyler’s legs, I’m exhausted and have never felt better at the same time.

  I glance over at Skyler as she serenely stares out the car window. She’s stunning in her full gown. It’s an elegant mustard-yellow satin that hugs her body from tits to hips, flaring out around the knee and falling to the floor. The straps at her shoulders are thin and crisscross in the back at the top, but they leave a giant swath of Skyler skin open in the back, all the way down to the two indents at the top of her ass.

  Interesting thing about royal weddings, they do it up in style. Full ballroom attire is to be worn by all attendees. I tug on the bow tie of my tux, running my finger along the collar, wishing I had more room for my neck to breathe.

  “Are you excited about the reception?” I ask my girl as she stares bemusedly out the window at all the people crowded around the entrance to the palace.

  “Oh yes, the ceremony at the Copenhagen cathedral was magnificent. I can only imagine how the reception will be.”

  “Well, if I haven’t said so already, you look gorgeous, Skyler.”

  She smiles wide. “You’ve already told me three times.”

  I lean forward and kiss her lips softly. “Then this will make it four.”

  She hums around my kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip like she does. It sends a bolt of electricity straight to the beast, making me eager for our evening activities.

  Before we can take our kiss further, the car stops behind a line of limos.

  Skyler notes what’s occurring and sighs. “This is familiar.”

  I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “But different because you’re here with me. And I’m going to make it fun.”

  She offers me a tiny smile in return. “Thank you for inviting me. I know that with me comes a lot of hassle . . . bodyguards, press, lack of privacy . . .”

  I tap her lips and hold on to her chin with my thumb and finger. “Hey, you are not a hassle. Being with you is a privilege. Don’t ever forget it either.”

  She closes her eyes and nods. “I feel the same about you.”

  I kiss her again, this time a little longer and with a tiny touch of tongue. When I pull back she opens her eyes. “Showtime.”

  “Let’s do this,” she says with more grit in her tone.

  “Atta girl.” I squeeze her hand.

  The door opens, and Nate and Rachel flank both sides. They are wearing matching all-black suits, dark aviators, and earpieces so they can talk to one another. Basically they look like two badass secret service–type guards that you do not want to mess with.

  I exit the limo onto the red carpet that’s been laid out. I lean into the limo and put my hand out for Skyler. “My first red carpet. You’re popping my cherry, Peaches.”

  She grabs my hand and places a gold stiletto on the ground, laughing to her heart’s content while exiting the limo. And that’s the image the press will see. Skyler Paige beaming with happiness and laughter as I assist her out of the limo and loop her arm with mine.

  The cameras go crazy for Skyler. Even more so than they did back at the cathedral for the other celebrities. Everyone is shocked to see Skyler at a royal event and on the arm of an unnamed man. I doubt my secret will last for long.

  I lead her up the steps to the palace, pride oozing from every pore as I realize the spectacle that is Skyler Paige.

  When we reach the top, I notice the crowd is going wild for attention, screaming her name.

  She squeezes my arm and pats it before turning around and waving at the crowd. The roar of applause is outstanding and overwhelming. She does a little shimmy of her hips and blows them a kiss before turning around and grabbing my arm once more.

  “Okay, we can go.”

  I smile and shake my head. “You are one classy broad. What am I going to do with you?”

  She taps at her lips. “I know . . . fill me full of champagne, plus wedding cake, and then fuck the daylights out of me?”

  I chuckle. “You really are my dream girl.”

  She socks my arm. “And don’t you forget it, pretty boy!”

  “Not in this lifetime,” I assure her, and kiss her temple when we’ve passed through the doors and left the outside world behind.

  Once we get to the ballroom we are guided to our assigned table. The attendant takes his leave, and a very unique scent assaults my nose. It’s sugar and spice and all things nice. I grin wide. There is only one woman I know with that magical smell. At the same time the thought hits me, I notice the bare back of a brunette I know all too well. I’ve caressed and kissed every inch of that skin.

  “Sophie?” I say out loud, and she spins around.

  Brown eyes, pink cheeks, and a wide smile greet me. My heart clenches at the beauty of my dear friend.

  “Mon cher!” she exclaims, and rushes over to me, arms wide open.

  I pull her into a hug and tuck my nose right into her neck, inhaling her sugar-and-spice scent deep into my lungs. When I’ve gotten my fill, I ease back, and she kisses me on both cheeks and then holds my face. Her knowing gaze takes in every inch of my face.

  “You are a sight for sick eyes,” she says, smiling.

  “It’s a sight for sore eyes, SoSo.” I shake my head and chuckle. “What are you doing here?”

  “I am friends with the Kaarsberg royals, of course.”

  “Ah.” I tip my head back. “That’s right. You scored us the job. Again!” I narrow my gaze at her, and she just laughs sweetly and pats my chest.

  “You know how I believe in your . . . abilities.” She smirks and sips her champagne, innuendo thick in her tone.

  “I’m happy to see you.” I push a lock of her hair off her shoulder and look down at her. The dress she’s wearing is a hot-as-fuck red slinky number that accentuates her model-like frame. I hold her hand and step back so I can see more of it. “Damn, SoSo, I should have taken you out on a f
ancy date!” I laugh and spin her around. “And the shoes . . . Bo would be so proud. He should be here . . . ,” I start to say, but note right then Bo coming up behind her. He hooks an arm around her waist.

  “Who do you think my date is, mon cher! You were already taken.” She winks. “Speaking of . . .”

  Oh fuck. A nervous prick of anxiety shimmers through my system. I got so caught up in seeing Sophie again I hadn’t realized I left Skyler standing awkwardly behind me.

  I turn around, and she’s got a hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side, attitude and annoyance all over her body language. “Friend of yours?” She bats her eyelashes.

  I lick my lips and offer her a pitiful face and a silently mouthed, “I’m sorry.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Introduce me to your . . . friend.”

  I clear my throat. “Actually, I believe you know one another. Sophie Rolland, this is Skyler Paige.”

  Skyler’s mouth opens and closes a couple of times as her eyes run up and down the new-and-improved Sophie. “My goodness . . . um, you look beautiful.”

  Sophie sets down her champagne glass, cuddles to my side, and pats my chest, then reaches out a hand to Bo. He holds it willingly. “All because of these guys! I’m the one who recommended your agent contact International Guy.”

  I pat Sophie’s hand on my chest, then remove myself so that I can loop my arm around Skyler’s form and bring her to my side. “And I can’t thank you enough.” I kiss Skyler’s temple to emphasize that I’m here with her, and another woman has not caught my eye.

  “Looks like I should thank you as well. Parker and I . . . hmm . . . not really sure how I’d categorize what we have. Why don’t you explain, Parker?” She looks up at me and cocks a brow.

  Moment of truth.

  We’re out—a social gathering—among friends, and she’s my date. Time to come clean. Hell, Skyler and I will be plastered all over the smut mags back home. Which reminds me to make a call to my mother before she sees another magazine article before I have the chance to tell her.

  I suck in a full breath and look at Bo and Sophie, who are waiting patiently for me to answer.

  “SoSo, Bo, Skyler and I are seeing each other.”

  Bo clamps his mouth shut and grins like the bastard he is. I know in less than a minute he’s going to be texting Royce with the news that I’m off the market and dating Skyler. Dick.

  Sophie, on the other hand, preens and puts her hands together at her chest in a prayer pose. I can tell she’s about a second away from bouncing on her sky-high stilettos. “Maqnifique! I’m so happy for you! And what a beautiful couple you make.”

  “Thank you. How’s about we sit down.” I gesture to the table and pull out the seat for Skyler. “You want a drink, Peaches?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Sophie? Refresher?”

  She frowns. “What is this refresher?”

  I sigh. “Do you want another glass of champagne?”

  “Oui. Why did you not say this?” She shakes her head and puts her hand out to touch Skyler’s. “He always does that to me. Never saying what he really means. It is quite tiring.”

  Skyler grins. “I totally agree . . .” She’s about to fillet me, I just know it.

  I wave my finger at them. “Hey, you two. No sharing secrets. Remember, I’m the good guy!”

  Sophie crosses her arms and sits back. Skyler licks her lips seductively, then purses them as if she’s rolling around the idea of talking shit about me to my friend.

  Bo claps my shoulder. “Come on, brother. Let’s get the girls a drink and a big one for us.”

  “No joke. I think with the two of them plotting, I’m going to need it.”

  “Brother . . .” He looks over his shoulder at the blonde and brunette, who already have their heads together, likely sharing secrets. “Yeah, you’re gonna need a double.”

  The day turns into night, but the party hasn’t abated. These royals know how to live it up. I hold Skyler to my chest on the dance floor, enjoying having her body pressed against mine. She’s warm and smells so good.

  “Have you had a good time?” I whisper into her ear, making sure to run my five o’clock shadow along her cheek.

  I grin as she shivers in my arms.

  “The best. You give good date.” She says this the same way I said it to her back in New York.

  “Thank you. I think . . .” Pausing, I ease her back and spin her out and tug her into my chest once more. She giggles and lays her lips against my neck. I close my eyes and dip my head to hers, placing a line of kisses along the sensitive patch of skin before continuing, “. . . you should plan our next date.”

  She hums. “Is that a challenge, pretty boy?”

  I chuckle. “If you think it is. Then yes, it’s a challenge.”

  “Challenge accepted. I’ll give you such a good date your head will spin.”

  I spin her around again, this time bringing her back flush against my chest, our hips swaying from side to side with the music. “Is that right?”

  “It is.” She wraps her hands around mine over her chest and belly.

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t get you on the same plane as me tomorrow.”

  She shakes her head, and I spin her out and back around so we’re face-to-face. “It’s okay. I actually needed to get back earlier. Rick’s coming over, and we’re doing a dinner meeting to go over a new section of the script they sent over.”

  “Rick . . . ,” I grumble.

  “What was that?” She blinks prettily, knowing I’m bothered by the mention of his name.

  “Oh nothing, just brooding over Rick the Prick.”

  She laughs out loud. “What?”

  “Just a little nickname I’ve given your new friend.”

  “He’s actually a bit of an old friend, and I told you, we may have been seen dating, but it was all a ruse.” She runs her fingers through the hair at my temples. “Besides, I’m seeing someone.”

  I pout, and she continues.

  “A sexy someone,” she adds with a husky tone.

  “Oh? Do tell.”

  “Tall, dark, handsome, with hair that likes to curl at the top when it’s too long.” She twirls one of her fingers through a curl.

  I need a haircut, though I can’t say I don’t like her fingers in my hair . . . anytime.

  “Sounds like a hunk.” I smirk.

  “Oh, he is, and you know what I love best about him . . .”

  Love.

  Love.

  Love.

  Fuck. My entire body goes tight, my back straight as a board, and my hands start to sweat. It feels like my heart is about to explode while my gut clenches and twists.

  “I love . . . ,” she continues, and I say a silent prayer that something interrupts this moment. An act of God. A wedding tradition. Something!

  “Skyl—” I’m about to warn her that I’m not ready for this type of talk. Nowhere fucking near this type of talk.

  “—his huge cock,” she finishes.

  “Jesus Christ, woman!” All the air leaves my body. I didn’t realize I was holding my breath.

  Skyler dips her head back and laughs heartily. I stare at her exposed neck, her breasts high and squished between us, giving me a stellar view of her succulent cleavage. She’s sex on stilts and a sneaky witch of a woman!

  She brings her body upright and grins coyly. “I had you.”

  “You did not,” I fire off instantly.

  “You left sweat marks on my bare back!” she goads.

  “I’m hot!” I wipe each hand down the sides of my pant legs. Fuck. She’s right.

  She shrugs. “Admit it! I so had you. You were two steps from running out that door screaming!” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder.

  I spin her around the floor. “I’ll admit nothing.”

  Skyler laughs but flattens her body to mine. “Parker, don’t worry. I know what this is. We’ve agreed. Casual. We’re seeing one another. Dating. No commitments other than hav
ing fun and sharing time when it works for us both. Isn’t that what we agreed upon?”

  I hold her still on the dance floor and tip her chin so that her eyes meet mine. “You are incredible, you know that?”

  She smiles but doesn’t say anything, which is fine, because I take that time to kiss her silly.

  A throat clears from behind us.

  I assume it’s Bo, so I don’t stop kissing Sky. Instead I growl out between kisses, “Go away, you schmuck!”

  “Undskyld,” a deep voice booms. I know that word. It means “sorry” in Danish. It was one of my common phrases from Wendy in my packet. Shit. And that is definitely not Bo.

  I pull back and hope it’s someone other than who I think it is, and I’m bowled over to find it’s the king and queen standing in full wedding regalia.

  “Shit. I mean, I’m sorry, Sven, Christina. I mean . . . King Sven and Queen Christina . . . um . . . Your Majesties.” I close my eyes, heat blooming in my cheeks as embarrassment overwhelms me.

  Skyler steps out of my arms, curtsies, and says, “Your Majesty, Your Majesty. Thank you for having me at this blessed event. It was absolutely magical. I’m honored to be here.”

  Queen Christina smiles wide and offers her hand, as does King Sven.

  “Mr. Ellis, I wanted to thank you again for all that you’ve done. I’ve never been happier holding my wife’s hand,” King Sven states, lifting Queen Christina’s hand and kissing it.

  “I should thank you as well. Without your intrusion, I’m not sure I would have made the right choice,” Christina confides.

  I tuck Skyler against my side and remember what I have inside my coat pocket. “Excuse me, Your Majesty . . .” I copy Skyler’s address. “May I have a private word with the queen?”

  He nods. “You may. Ms. Paige, would you delight me with a dance?”

  “With a king? Are you kidding me? Bucket-list item checked!” She fist pumps the air, and the king chuckles good-naturedly.

  Sven leads Skyler to the dance floor. Immediately all eyes are on the duo. Except I can feel a pair of pretty blues on me. I turn around and find Christina beaming.

  “You really do make a lovely bride. Happy?” I need to hear it from her own lips.