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  Her smile widens. “Glad to hear it.”

  “But there’s something I need to do first.”

  “What?”

  “Kiss you.”

  “Oh…” Her eyes widen, and she inhales sharply.

  I run my hand across her cheek and stroke my fingers through her hair, tickling the back of her ear. She tilts her chin up, and I lower my head, tenderly touching my lips to hers.

  Her mouth is soft and warm, and as soon as our lips make contact, there’s a tingle across my skin. I kiss her slowly at first, savoring every touch of my lips to hers, teasing her leisurely, sensual kisses at the corners of her mouth, then a flick of my tongue against her lips.

  She shudders against me and parts her mouth. Our kiss deepens, and I’m filled with longing to be inside her, anyway I can. I push my tongue against hers, exploring her mouth.

  There’s a sharp ache in my chest and my pulse is racing, my heart doing somersaults every time she lets out a little breathy sigh of pleasure. I wrap my arms around her tighter, but it’s still not enough.

  Abi lifts a leg against me and wraps her foot around my calf. I slide a hand around her hip and lift her thigh higher, grinding myself against her, never breaking contact with her luscious lips. Balancing on one foot, she leans her weight against me, knowing I will hold her. My cock swells, and I’ve never felt more like a man than with Abi entrusting her body to my embrace.

  “Teach me,” she murmurs as I kiss her.

  “Teach you what?” I whisper back.

  She pulls away and looks up at me, her eyes dancing. Her hands slide between us, down my chest, down to my pants. She hooks a finger in my belt. “Teach me how to please you.”

  I must be dreaming. This woman, oh my God. A few days ago, I just wanted a meaningless fling with an irresistible woman, something to entertain me, just a little taste of something nice to tide me over… and now… her roots are taking hold me, like the wild, sweet honeysuckle in the garden. They’re sinking in deep, and I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to remove them.

  Chapter Nine

  ABIGAIL

  “Do I look okay?”

  Emily sizes me up and raises both eyebrows. “You look amazing. But, um… you can’t walk around in the palace like that.”

  “Can you imagine?” I laugh. “No, I have something to put over it.”

  Tonight is my first official… something with Henry. I’m not sure what to call it. Rendezvous? Tryst? It’s definitely not a date, at least not the kind you can have in public. After our all-too-brief adventures on the balcony, and then again in the greenhouse last night, I’m practically beside myself at the idea of having a whole evening alone with Henry.

  Last night our tryst in the garden ended too soon. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in his arms in the privacy of the greenhouse, I understood why he had to go — several hundred guests were waiting back at the banquet tent for him to kick off the charity poker game. But before he’d left, he’d kissed me so long and passionately that I was nearly delirious.

  “Tomorrow night, come to my suite,” he’d said, pausing at the door to the greenhouse, a devilish gleam in his eyes. “I’ll teach you anything you want.”

  Then he’d left to go attend to his guests and get the Black Diamond poker game underway, leaving me standing in the shadows of the greenhouse, blushing and breathless.

  And I’ve been that way ever since. It’s all I’ve been able to think about — I must have lain awake half the night fantasizing about him after that, and the activities today couldn’t pass fast enough. It’s been an excruciating long 24 hours since his invitation, but it’s finally time to go join Henry in his suite.

  I’m nearly ready, I think.

  “Do I finally have it on properly?” I ask Emily.

  “I believe so. Turn around and let me see the back,” she says.

  I spin around, and she adjusts one of the clips running from my negligée down to my stockings.

  I’m not sure how she was able to procure this ensemble in a day’s time, especially since she hasn’t left the palace grounds to my knowledge, but I’m not going to ask for the details. If this is her outfit, or it was left behind by a former guest, I don’t want to know. I’m going to imagine she had it overnighted from a store in Paris and leave it at that.

  “There,” she says, stepping back. “Now, go look at yourself.”

  I grimace, worried I’m going to step in front of the mirror and see what looks like marshmallows stuffed in a bag of netting, but I force myself to walk over to the full-length mirror in the dressing alcove.

  “Oh!” Wow, is that me?

  The sleek bodice of the corset fits me like a glove, accentuating all the parts of me that I like and working magic on the areas I’m usually not so thrilled with. I have cleavage for days, thanks to the built-in bustier, and with the thigh-high stockings, my legs seem to go for miles.

  I turn and look over my shoulder. Nice! Even my hips and ass, which are no small things, look… well, alluring. The wide, high arch of the lace panties lays across my hips just right, and the satin bow sewn to the back of the panties, positioned just before the plump mounds of my ass begin, is both cute and flattering.

  “You’re sure you know which room is his?” Emily waves her detailed sketch in the air. She’s drawn the entire palace layout and marked out the best route for me to take. “It would be very awkward if you go into the wrong room.”

  “Yes, I’ve burned it into memory, I assure you. The last thing I want is to accidentally crawl into bed with old McAllister. Or, God forbid, the Duke of Fellsworth and his wife — although something tells me they’d be open to a visit.” I shudder at the thought, and Emily laughs.

  “Now, that’s a visual I didn’t need in my head.”

  As I put on my high heels, I feel like a high-priced call girl getting ready for a special client or a naughty mistress preparing for the arrival of her lover, and it’s giving me an unexpected boost of confidence.

  “Just think, if I’d taken that position with the non-profit, I would be in Africa right now, wearing muck boots and overalls, pulling testing lines out of a well, instead of dressed in silk and lace to go spend the night with the Prince.”

  “You could always wear the muck boots and overalls now…” Emily says with a wide grin.

  “You’re funny. ‘Why, hello, Your Highness, I’ve come straight from cleaning the barn, wouldn’t you like to invite me in?’”

  She shrugs with a laugh. “Hey, it could be kind of sexy if you weren’t wearing anything underneath the overalls. Maybe he has a cowgirl fantasy.”

  “You are not helping.”

  Emily can’t stop smiling, partly from excitement for me, and partly because I’ve kept her in giggles for the past hour. First, I got stuck trying to put the corset on, then I put the lacy underwear on backwards, and finally I had to ask her how to attach the garter belt. As usual, she’s been a godsend, and with her help, I’ve managed to not strangle myself while wrestling with the many pieces of delicate clothing.

  “I must be mad, sneaking around the palace like a hormone-crazed teenager. I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

  “I can’t believe you’ve never worn lingerie before,” Emily says with a dubious expression, one eyebrow raised.

  “Oh, piss off, you. As if I’ve had anyone to wear it for.”

  “Well, I’m sure Prince Henry is going to appreciate the effort.”

  I take a deep breath to steady my nerves and give myself one last look-over in the mirror. I’ve never felt so sexy and yet so vulnerable in my entire life. I’m trying to picture Henry’s reaction, and the thought has set off a torrent of butterflies in my stomach.

  “I hope so.”

  Chapter Ten

  HENRY

  I’m trying to steady my nerves, but as the minutes tick by, I start pacing the room. My anticipation of Abi’s arrival is almost more than I can take. I’ve never been this wound tight over seducing a woman. Or is s
he seducing me with those sexy whispers, those illicit requests to teach her? Either way, I don’t care. I’ll teach her all right — I’ll show her exactly how many times she can come in one night. The mental image of her naked and writhing with pleasure has me rock hard.

  Before I get too swept away in my fantasies, there’s a soft knock at the double doors to my suite. Abigail’s standing there, biting her bottom lip, two of my security staff flanking her on either side of the doorway, their bodies shielding her from view of anyone who might glance down the hallway.

  She swallows hard and looks up at me, a nervous smile on her face and excitement dancing in her eyes.

  “Well, well, looks what’s on my doorstep,” I say, leaning against the door frame, looking her up and down.

  She slowly unbuttons the jacket she has on, her eyes never leaving mine. Then she flashes the coat open, revealing sexy lingerie framing her full breasts and hips. I’m a kid on Christmas morning, and she’s the prettiest package under the tree — that one bright, shiny gift you save until last, because you know it’s going to be the best.

  I shake my head, glad my security staff are facing away, because I’d have to kill them for getting a glimpse of what Abi’s hiding under that jacket. “Damn. That’s the best thing I’ve ever seen standing outside my door.”

  “Could you use some company, kind sir?” she says with mock coyness, pulling the coat closed.

  “Get your sweet ass in here,” I say, pulling her inside.

  I don’t wait for hellos; as soon as the door is shut I’ve got her pressed against the wall, kissing her deeply. I want to devour her. I’ve masturbated more times than I can count since the greenhouse, thinking about this moment, having her here.

  Never taking my lips from hers, I open her jacket, sliding it off her shoulders. As soon as it hits the ground, her hands are on my chest, fingers digging in. I growl at her and take her ass in hand, pulling her into my groin.

  Abi breathes out a moan and then, “Teach me.”

  Lost in the kiss, it doesn’t register. “What?”

  “Teach me,” she repeats, her palms running down my abdomen and the clasp of my belt. “How to pleasure you. Teach me.”

  I don’t believe I’ve ever hardened this stiff so quickly. My cock strains at the fabric of my trousers, needing to be released. I suddenly can’t remember any of the plans I had made, any of the things I had designed to do to her body. Her body, God, look at it. Black lace standing in stark contrast with her creamy skin. More skin than I’m sure she’s shown any man.

  She takes my hand, a quiet confidence shining through. Abi’s eyes flit over to where a fire burns in the hearth. “The lights?”

  Knowing what she wants, I hit the row of switches at the door, dimming the room except for the warm glow of the fire. Her eyes move down my body to the hard bulge at the front of my trousers, and she bites at her bottom lip. I just about come right then, from that look on her face.

  Abi takes me by the hand and leads me over to the luxurious rug in front of the fire. She turns to me, an intoxicating mixture of coyness and lust running over her features. My heart thumps as she lowers to her knees in front of me, her hands resting at my belt, removing the leather from the clasp. I remind myself to breath then help her with the latch, our fingers working together above my throbbing cock.

  The button and zipper of my trousers come more easily, but Abi — sexy, sweet Abi — smiles up at me gratefully for the help. Her fingers tremble, but hell, my hands are shaking a bit, too. She fingers my hard shaft through the fabric of my briefs, and I reach under the band to pull myself out. Abi works my pants down my thighs, her eyes trained upward, glued to what is being revealed. I don’t know if it’s the selective breeding of the royal line or sheer chance, but I’ve been blessed with a King-sized cock.

  Her mouth falls open a bit as she takes in my full length and girth, her eyes alight with joy and curiosity.

  With bare feet already, I step out of my pants then pull at the shoulders of my shirt, lifting it cross-armed over my head, and discard it to my side. Naked, I look down at the kneeling Abi, her palms on my thighs, her tongue running across her lips.

  There’s a charging bull inside my chest roaring to be let free. I’m not used to practicing restraint. It takes everything inside of me, but instead of throwing her to the floor and ravishing her, I take my cock by the base and angle it slightly down.

  She tilts her head modestly. “What would you like me to do?”

  “I want your lips on me.” I want much more than that — I want to do everything imaginable with this gorgeous creature, but for now I’m happy to start with watching her swallow my cock.

  “Tell me how.”

  I laugh in surprise. “Surely you’ve given head before.”

  She drops her eyes. “No.”

  My groin tightens and my cock throbs at that simple little word. Not because I care about what she’s done or that I need her to be unversed in the ways of pleasure — but because I get to be here right now, bestowed with the honor of sharing in one of her first-time experiences — the first of many, I hope. “Well, color me surprised, Abigail Strathmore.”

  She peeks up at me, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Can you teach me?”

  I draw a breath and my chest swells looking at her beautiful face, her voice so of authenticity — no games, no pretense. “Goddamn, Abi. I am one lucky bastard,” I tell her.

  Abi looks up at me, her eyes glittering underneath those long lashes of hers. “I want to give you the best cock sucking you’ve ever had.”

  My eyes go wide at her choice of words, and my erection throbs in my hand. Holy shit. I didn’t think this could get any hotter, but Abi just keeps surprising me.

  “Well, in that case, I’m fucking delighted to help. I grip my cock firmly. “You’re going to want to wrap your hand around me, like I am, here.”

  I remove my grip on my shaft, and a shiver of pleasure runs through me as Abi’s hand replaces mine.

  “Like this?”

  “Exactly like that,” I say as she runs her hand up my shaft.

  Whether it’s the way she looks up at me, genuinely looking for approval, or the touch of her skin to mine in such an intimate place, my knees began to tremble. “I need to sit down. Come, over there.” I nod my head to the right, at a chair near the fire.

  She follows, crawling across the rug on her hands and knees, and I pause for a moment, watching her beautiful, round ass jiggling as she draws closer. It’s all I can do to not step behind her and smack those sexy cheeks. But I make myself sit down, and Abi crawls between my legs, sliding her hands up my thighs, wrapping her fingers around my stiff cock.

  “Does this make it easier?” she asks. “The chair?”

  “It can. But, truthfully, you’re just making me a bit weak in the knees. I don’t want to fall on my ass, though I’m sure it would make this, um, teaching session rather memorable.”

  “That wouldn’t need to happen to make this stay in my memories forever.” She doesn’t even realize how hard her words strike me. “Is it always like that?” she asks. “Your legs giving out, I mean.”

  “No,” I answer frankly.

  Abi smiles happily and tightens her grips on my cock, coaxing a groan from me.

  “Now, tell me what you want me to do.”

  “Start with the head. Just like you’re enjoying a candy sucker.”

  She gives me a look and I laugh. “Okay, a really big sucker.”

  Abi wets her lips and leans up, stretching over top of me, her ample breasts rubbing against my thighs as she shifts forward. I brush her hair from her forehead and behind an ear, holding it back so I can watch as her lips close around my cockhead. The warmth and wetness is immediate and intense. I want to buck, but I flex my core and hold my hips in place.

  My chest swells, though. I take in a massive breath and let it out in a low groan as Abi sucks down on the tip of my cock. Her eyes dart up to me, a questioning expectancy there
.

  “Oh, fuck yeah,” I say, answering her unspoken question. “That’s good. Keep going.”

  I run my fingers through her hair then slide my other palm between my thigh and her body. My hand dips into the cup of her bra, and I roll her nipple between my fingers.

  Abi sucks on my head, running her lips over it tightly, like a lollipop. I want every inch of my cock in her mouth, but I doubt she can handle it.

  “Can you take more?” I ask. “Go deeper?”

  She lets my tip come free of her mouth and nods. “I can. I’m doing it right so far?”

  I actually laugh. Just a soft, chuckling laugh. “Oh, Abi, you are doing just fine. You’re a natural.”

  Fortified, she lowers her mouth again and takes me in. This time, I can’t resist completely. My hips rise just a little, needing to be inside of her. Her eyes snap to mine again as I do it, and I see a lustful gleam there.

  “Just like before,” I tell her, “but with longer strokes, go down as far as you can and then back up. Press your tongue against — oh, fuck.” I draw in a ragged breath, every muscle in my body tensing.

  She repeats the movement and my cock pulses. “Yeah, just like that.” My voice comes out a little higher than I wanted, but I’m not used to coaching a woman through a blowjob — or for her efforts to have this effect on me.

  I’m also revving up more quickly than I wanted. It usually takes me longer to get off when I’m getting a blowjob than any other activity, but not tonight. Tonight is going to be fast. Watching her suck me is the sexiest thing I’ve seen in ages. I try to slow things down by closing my eyes, my hands massaging her breasts. She mewls satisfaction for me, and the sound does nothing to improve the restraint I’m trying to impose on myself. Instead, a huff of air comes to my lips as my balls tighten.

  I open my eyes. She’s watching me with rapt attention. My thighs shake slightly. “Abi, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow, you might want to—”