She smiles at me, and my heart squeezes in my chest. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the fact that this girl is mine. Forever. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I make sure she knows I know it. Every single day.
Squeezing my hand, Cara’s gaze lingers on mine for a minute, then she looks at our parents. “We’ve decided to name him after the men who mean so much to us. The men we want to honor.” She pauses, drawing out the anticipation. “Lucas Tate Donovan.”
Everyone sighs collectively and murmurs how wonderful and that’s perfect. The women’s eyes are damp, and I swear I see a little glimmer in my old man’s eyes too.
Leaning over, I place a soft kiss on Cara’s lips. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
She kisses me back. “Me too.” Then she grins wickedly and whispers, “But until he arrives, I think we need to make use of our nights. I think I just might have some rope somewhere.”
“Is that so?” I ask with a smirk. Then I stand up, saying more loudly, “Mom, Dad, Mrs. Dawn. I’ve enjoyed this dinner immensely, but I think it’s time I get my darling wife home and into bed before she overdoes it.”
They don’t even pretend to not know why we’re leaving. What can I say? I love my wife. And I love to fuck my wife. Every chance I get. And everyone knows it. I don’t care one bit. Because I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have this amazing woman by my side every day and in my bed every night. And I don’t ever miss a chance to let her know exactly how I feel.
We say goodnight and head out to the waiting limo. Once inside, Cara starts stripping down immediately.
I laugh. “Anxious little thing, aren’t you?”
She winks at me, then reaches into a box I didn’t notice on the seat and pulls out a pair of red cowboy boots.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. When did you get those?”
She laughs. “I may or may not have encouraged my mom to tell that story.”
“Hmm. So sure I’d be dying to live out a cowgirl fantasy, were you?”
She arches a brow like I’m crazy. “You forget how well I know you, Liam Donovan.”
With a growl, I pull her toward me in nothing but her cowboy boots. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” she says softly, then her eyes go dark with lust. “Now get those clothes off and show me.”
So I do. And when we get home, I show her again. And again. And I plan on showing her just how much for the rest of our lives.
Princely Passions
A Royal Romance
By Alexis Angel
Copyright 2017 by Alexis Angel
All rights reserved
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is entirely coincidental. This work is intended for adults only.
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Derrick
I own the motherfucking world.
Seriously, sometimes it just feels like I am the fucking prince of all fucking creation.
Never more so than when I'm looking out the fucking window of my condo in the fucking clouds high above New York City.