Breathe Me Smith and Belle (Royals Saga #11) - Geneva Lee Page 0,1

a job in England, had also had a pool in its basement. My memories of that pool were colored by the memory of finding his body in it. I’d been pleased to get rid of the old albatross and move to Holland Park with her after we married. I’d never expected that I’d finally find the ideal estate and it would have the same feature. Even without the grim memories of my childhood home, I didn’t particularly love the idea, especially with a baby on the way, but I couldn’t deny the estate was otherwise a perfect match.

Stepping into the muggy lower level, I spotted her. She was doing a lap. The water rippled around her, her shapely ass cresting over its surface to put on a private show for me. And it was a show, because Belle wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. I had a house full of contractors and their crews, and she was down here skinny-dipping. I felt a familiar swell of blood in my groin. No matter how many times I saw her, how many times I fucked her, how many times I made love to her, it was always the same. I only wanted more.

She reached the tiled wall at the far side of the pool and grabbed its edge. Beads of water snaked down her back as she shook her wet hair.

“Are you just going to keep watching me, pervert?” She called in a lofty voice, not bothering to turn around.

“I’m appreciating my prize possession.” I wouldn’t apologize for appreciating my wife. Not to her or anyone else. She was every fantasy I’d ever had, come to life.

Belle finally threw a simpering grin over her shoulder, as though she knew exactly what I was thinking, before turning to give me a full frontal view of all of her assets. Her breasts, once small and pert had rounded into globes with dark nipples that begged to be in my mouth. I reached down to adjust my dick, allowing my gaze to wander below the water’s surface to the curve of her stomach where our child grew. She’d always been as lovely as her name implied, but now she was the most fucking beautiful woman on the planet.

“If looks could knock a girl up,” she teased, before adding, “Oh wait.”

Her hand reached to stroke her bump, and she winked at me.

“Come here.” I curled my index finger, beckoning her closer. “There’s something I want to show you.”

“I think I can see it from here,” she said dryly, but her teeth sank into her lower lip.

I glanced down at my trousers with a grin. “What a dirty mind you have, Mrs. Price.”

“What a giant cock you have, Mr. Price,” she purred.

“How can you tell from over there?” I reached for the towel she’d left on the chaise lounge and held it up. “Don’t make me ask twice, beautiful.”

Even from a distance I saw the tremble of anticipation roll through her. A familiar plan played across her face. I’d asked her to join me. She’d resisted. I’d warned her. We both knew what came next.

Belle didn’t budge.

“Beautiful,” I growled.

She enjoyed pressing my buttons almost as much as she enjoyed being reprimanded. It was our own brand of foreplay.

“I really should get out,” she said with a sigh. “I think we have more interviews this afternoon.”

I frowned at the reminder. I remained unconvinced that a nanny would be necessary. We’d gone back and forth on the issue. Trusting someone that close to our child didn’t sit well with me. But neither of us could commit to being full-time caregivers. Belle planned to expand Bless, her couture wardrobe rental start-up, into a separate clothing subscription for babies. Her business partner had recently flaked on her to babysit our most recent headache, the bastard brother of King Alexander. I planned to set up a law office in the village, which would look perfectly respectable and give me an excuse to avoid future investigations on behalf of the crown. It was time for us to focus on ourselves and our family, and we were going to have our hands full. But I’d seen too much in the past few years—in a lifetime really—to believe it could be that simple.

I didn’t trust easily, and I had a good reason. I couldn’t imagine finding someone who would assuage my doubt.

“You’re worrying,” Belle interrupted my thoughts, finally gliding across the water to the entrance steps. She climbed them slowly, her long fingers clinging to