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on her back and gently guiding her through her sitting room and toward the bed. "I'm not going anywhere."

She hesitated, glancing up at me. "Jon… you're an amazing leader. Are you sure this is what you want?" She waved a hand around absently. "You could make such a difference as Prime Minister."

I chuckled, reaching for the quilt on her bed and beginning to pull it back. "I'm sure. If anything the last few days have clarified my life's purpose."

She lifted an eyebrow. "And that is?"

"You."

14

Katherine

Queen's Bedchamber, The Royal Palace

I woke slowly, aware that something was different.

Oh. There's a man in my bed.

I turned slowly, looking over at Jonathan who was still fast asleep. He'd passed out on top of the covers, his arms thrown out across the bed, me snuggled into his side as he gently snuffled in his sleep.

I took the opportunity to study him, objectively finding Jonathan an attractive specimen.

He had thick biceps and a strong torso, the inky black of his hair matching that of the scruff that now decorated his face.

Something foreign and delicious unfurled in my belly as I stared at him, for once able to do so without interruption or fear of discovery.

I want him.

The thought made me uncomfortable, as if I were abusing my power by desiring someone. I'd never taken a chance on someone before. Never trusted anyone enough to allow myself to give into any desire.

Leo's first sexual partner had sold a tell-all article to a gossip column. The experience had burned Charlotte and I, providing a warning to us to choose wisely.

Charlotte may have but I'd retreated, never quite able to bring myself to the point where I'd been prepared to risk my body or my heart.

Perhaps today is the time to be a warrior.

Jon shifted, rolling onto his side, his breathing evening out once more.

My gaze dropped, narrowing in on the tenting of his boxer briefs.

Well, hello sir.

I swallowed, wanting more than anything to kiss him. To touch him. To feel him over and under me.

In me.

I sucked in a breath, rallying my spirit.

Be brave. Take a chance.

Banishing any doubts from my mind, I reached for Jon.

Jonathan

I had to be dreaming. In my dream Kit was touching me, her fingers brushing across my cheekbones, down my neck, trailing across my chest in slow, deliberate strokes.

My cock thickened, lengthening as she dragged her nails across my nipples, then began to swirl her fingers down my side heading for my briefs.

Yes. Like that.

I'd somehow known she'd be bold, demanding. She wouldn’t settle for anything but complete satisfaction— in herself and her lover.

The idea of being the man who could do that for her, who could satisfy every one of her needs left me burning. I wanted to make her ache with pleasure, to hear her cry out as we both experienced the little death.

"Jon? Are you awake?"

Kit's gentle voice eviscerated any lingering thought I may have had of this being a dream.

"Kit? What are you doing?"

She grinned, her hand continuing to trace the contours of my chest. "I believe it's called seducing you?"

If my cock could have hardened further, it would have, the bastard was rigid and begging for her touch.

"Seducing me? Are you sure?"

"Oh yes."

She leaned in, her lips pressing a tiny kiss to the space above my heart.

It may have been intended as a chaste kiss. Something small and innocent. But it broke my control, shattered it into a million pieces. Years of need, years of desire, poured out, forcing me to move.

I rolled up, surging over Kit, my hands pinning her down, my body pressing into her generous curves as our lips met, my tongue pressing forward until I tasted her sweetness.

"Did you touch yourself?" I grunted the words barely managing to pull back to ask her the question that had burned in my gut for days. "Were you wet on our phone call, Kit? Did my descriptions make you ache?"

She nodded, her eyes lit with desire. "Yes. To all of it."

"Fuck." I sat back, pulling her nightgown over her head, tossing it away. Her beautiful breasts were large, topped with dusky nipples.

"What did you want me to do?" I asked, her nipples peaked, awaiting my mouth. "That night. What were you begging for, Kit?"

She reached up, pulling me back down for a hard kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, our bodies grinding together in a hot, desperate embrace. Then she pulled back, grinning as she began to push my head down, guiding me to her delicious breasts.