Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

We made our own path. It started with a kiss. It led to a love that was all-consuming and whole. We didn’t follow the rules. We didn’t stay inside the lines. I had always lived my life that way. It wasn’t until I had Nic that I realized there weren’t rules for love.

There wasn’t a playbook or a fix-it manual. It couldn’t be spun to fit into a headline, or managed into a schedule that worked for everyone else. Love never worked that way.

Our baby was proof. Adaline was proof.

Nic kissed me, tangling our tongues, sucking at the corners of my mouth. I sighed. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

He smiled. “Not as glad as I am.”

I moaned as his hands roamed my body.

“Were you sad to leave Galona?” I whispered.

He stared at me. “No. I wasn’t.”

“Not even a little bit?”

He traced my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll never be sad to leave the crown if I’m headed to you.”

“That is incredibly sweet and sexy.”

He pushed his thumb to my tongue and I began to suck and nibble.

“Not as sexy as you,” he growled. He cupped my cheek. “I missed you Mrs. Sauvage.”

I looked into his eyes. “Show me,” I taunted.

He laughed. “Be patient my dirty princess. We’re just getting started.”

He crashed his lips into mine and there was nothing in the world we wanted more than each other.

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1

Kaitlyn

“Miss, you need to turn off all of your electronic devices.” The flight attendant smiled while she shoved a tightly packed bag into the compartment over my head.

I nodded. “All right.”

I powered down my phone, and tucked it in the pocket of my bag before pushing it under the seat with my feet. The man next to me edged me off the armrest with his elbow. I sighed, realizing the three-hour flight to Houston from Raleigh was going to suck.

This was not how I pictured the start of my vacation. I blamed Branch. “The asshole,” was how I referred to him now and forever.