Delta's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 1)

My orgasm attacked me quickly, seizing control of my muscles. I gripped his cock, but Damon pulled out, spilling his release on my back. I felt the heat of him drip along my skin.

I exhaled, trying to hold myself up. I was completely exhausted.

“Shit,” he whispered. “Hold on.”

He used his discarded pants to wipe down my back. I felt the stickiness of my skin.

He spun me in his arms, planting a kiss on my mouth.

“I think it’s time I introduced you to the royal shower.”

“I don’t know if I can stand,” I admitted.

“No problem, love.” He scooped me up against his chest.

“You like to carry me around.”

He nodded, strolling through the residence. “I do.”

I already knew he was strong. But there was something chivalrous in the way he held me to him. As if he wanted to protect me. As if he could shield me in some way. And in these tiny moments, I wanted to believe in the fantasy. That there was a man who could rock my world and for just a little while make me feel like a queen.

Twenty-One

Damon

I pressed my thumbprint to the lodestar. It beeped and I opened the cover. I skimmed the top page, checking the royal schedule.

Liam was leaving the country for two days. He had personal business in London. He had agreed to attend a dinner while he was away.

Next to the lodestar was the file on the olive grove irrigation. I remembered Molly’s suggestion last night. Something about the simplicity of her words struck me. Isabel was scheduled to return today to the southern part of the country, but I needed to change her itinerary. I had agreed.

That meant there was a gap in today’s schedule.

I grinned.

I picked up the royal line. Sutcliffe answered.

“Good morning, Your Majesty.”

I still wasn’t pleased about his interference with Molly’s departure from the palace.

“I need you to change the itinerary for Princess Isabel today.”

“Sir, she’s scheduled to leave in one hour for Sangreaux.”

“I’m going in her place.”

“Today is your preparation for the cabinet meeting.”

I clenched my fist. “Sutcliffe, change the princess’s schedule. I will be taking a guest with me to Sangreaux.”

I could hear his breath through the phone. “Your Highness, who is attending?”

“Miss Washington,” I answered. “Make sure the arrangements are complete and that someone informs the princess she has the day off. She has traveled non-stop for two weeks. I will be downstairs in forty-five minutes.”

“But the cabinet vote.”

Damn it. Sutcliffe pissed me off. He was replaceable. If he couldn’t do what I directed, I’d find another palace manager.