Agony suddenly blackens the desire heating my body. Ben. His face flashes in my mind again, and the guilt pours in. I’m starting to resent the memory of him, like it’s some sort of curse hanging over my head wherever I go.
I have a curse, but there’s a cure. It involves fucking a prince.
“How are you going to fuck me with this thing on my head? It’ll fall off.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
The zipper slides down my back as he unzips my dress all the way to my tailbone. I swallow hard as he rolls the sleeves down my shoulders and lets the dress fall. He lifts the crown for a second and puts it back on my head when my neck is free. I wrap my arms around my breasts, trembling from head to foot.
God, this is awkward.
I feel him move, and then he kneels at my feet. His fingers singe my skin as he removes my heels. It takes only a second of his touch to want those hands all over my body. I walk out of the dress as Liam stands up slowly.
His pillowy lips part for a second as he rakes his darkened gaze over my body. Even in the shadows, Liam’s good looks are impossible to miss. My heart makes a little clench when his hooded eyes meet mine. His brown hair, though cut short, falls in front of his eyes with a casual sort of elegance that would be impossible to achieve on any other man. I glance at his hand, the one with the wedding band, and my heart does a jump.
This is my husband.
He roughly grabs my hips, sliding his fingers over the gray lace panties.
“You’re shaking.”
Of course I am. It’s been years since a guy has looked at me naked.
“I want you, it’s just…”
I don’t know what it is. I’m scared.
He seems to guess the truth. “You have no reason to be scared or ashamed when you’re with me.”
“We have to set some ground rules.”
“Like?”
I steel myself. “The arrangement we made was supposed to be strictly—”
I can’t even think of an appropriate word.
A playful smile dances on his face. “This arrangement was me giving you a get-out-of-jail-free card, and I agreed because I saw a hot girl in distress without a friend in the whole country. Sometimes the prince in me wakens and does something noble.”
“Yeah, I’m sure getting into my pants wasn’t part of the equation. This is beside the point. I want this to be purely physical. I don’t want emotions getting involved. We’re friends with benefits, minus the friends.”
He blinks. “So just two people who fuck?”
“Just sex. Think you can handle that?”
“Can I handle meaningless sex? I think so.”
“A-All right, then.”
A darkly playful look materializes over his face. “The last time we were alone, you left me standing in the mud with my pants down. You gave me a fantastic blowjob, and then you just left me there. Unfinished.”
I remember the way his cock looked like a sad flag as I walked away, but it’s not like I didn’t let him come in my mouth.
“I promised you one blowjob, and that’s what I gave you.”
“Rule number fifty-seven: Never leave a royal’s cock at full-mast. If that’s not a law, I’m making it one when I’m crowned king.”
“Good. I’m making a law in the morning stating that royals who demand sex from their subjects get their dicks chopped off immediately.”
“You can’t do that.”
“I can do whatever I want,” I say, throwing his own words back at him.
“I can. You can’t. You married into the family. It’s different.”
“Wait, so I don’t actually have any power?”
He shakes his head. “Your husband has the power,” he says with a smirk in his voice. “And your husband and prince commands you to stop covering those fantastic tits.”
We’re standing in front of a gilded, floor-length mirror. I see my frightened reflection and Liam’s hot one holding me from behind. He gently tugs my arms.
“There. Look at how gorgeous… Shit.”
His grip tightens over my wrists as he pulls my arms back, crossing them over my butt. It pulls back my shoulders, making my tits stand out more. My reflection’s cheeks go pink as Liam’s bares his teeth in a sort of carnal smile. I can’t get over the stupid crown on my head, but he seems to love it. The breath hitches in my chest as he gropes my breasts with his free hand. I