Princely Passions - Page 30

But it doesn't end there. I almost kissed him outside a few hours ago! And I would have, if he hadn’t held himself back.

And said my name.

My real name.

Alicia.

When he told me that I reminded him of someone, I didn’t believe him at first. Then he said my name. I know, I know. Go ahead and roll your eyes. He was basically telling me I reminded him of myself.

Is he really thinking of me? Has he really been thinking of me? This whole time?

I mean, it's an understatement to say the man is easy on the eyes. That strong jawline of his, his luxurious hair, hell, the entire package.

Actually, speaking of package, I’ve had quite a number of times to check it out. Whether it's when he was showing me around the apartment, or when he came by as I was unpacking.

It looks just as large in person as it does on television.

I mean, come on, this guy is a Greek god when it comes to his body. The only thing that kept me from having my panties melt whenever I even thought of him was knowing that at least he was a real asshole.

But from jumping in the water to save a little boy, to coming to my rescue as well, he’s anything but an asshole. He’s a real life Prince.

And after that almost-kiss, I might as well have jumped in the water too – that’s how wet my panties are…

Uhmm, just a little, I mean. Not like a lot, or anything. I’m not falling for him or anything, okay?

I mean, think about it. He doesn’t even know that I’m really Alicia. He doesn’t know I work for a gossip column in a tabloid newspaper. That I’ve been lying to him. I wonder what will happen if he ever figures that out?

I mean, I’m not lying about everything. I told him about how a few days ago I discovered Jake had been cheating on me. He told me a bit about how he’s been on his own basically in New York since he moved here. And then finally left a few hours ago to go work out at his gym across the street. I shudder when I think of him doing deadlifts, straining his bulging muscles, and having his testosterone enlarge his monster cock.

I shake my head vigorously, trying to get these thoughts out of my head.

Just because he’s come picked me up when I was in danger doesn’t make him my hero. I need to remember that. Stop lusting. I’m

supposed to be the good girl, remember? I don’t do these things. I’m not supposed to have melted panties. I’m supposed to be responsible.

And that’s when I hear Derrick come into the apartment.

Everything I had told myself goes out my brain the moment he walks to the threshold of my door. He’s got a smirk. He’s also shirtless, wearing just a pair of basketball shorts.

I try not to stare at the tattoos that grace his body. They take a warrior’s body and make it into a dangerous looking work of art. My spine tingles in unrequited lust as he hands me a package. It’s a black plastic bag.

“For you, love,” he says with a smirk.

“What is it?” I ask, taken aback.

“I think it’ll help with all the adrenaline you have going through your body,” he says. “It’ll take an edge off.”

He’s grinning and I open the bag.

“Since there's no more Jake, it's something to get you through the long nights,” he says.

I take the package and open it, and I don’t know what to say.

It’s a set of two clamps. I eye them for a bit and read the packaging. But it doesn’t dawn on me that until I see the picture.

These are nipple clamps. They show a picture that shows a woman with the clamps, and the box shows her getting an electric buzzing.

Next to it is a small vibrator bullet. And next to that is a wireless remote.

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