Maggie
The royal family needs a tutor. Someone they can trust. Someone who isn’t swayed/distracted from their duties by working for royalty.
I’m perfect for the position, since I don’t know the first thing about English royalty.
My father needs money for medical bills, and I’m desperate.
The children are charming, and when I meet their handsome older brother, Prince Edward, my heart skips a beat.
I may be the tutor. but he’s teaching more than I want to know about falling for the wrong man.
He’s a player, and I need this job so I try to stay away.
Keyword: try.
Edward
I’m expected to make the best match for my country.
But marriage has never interested me. I spend my nights cavorting with beautiful women from the most suitable families, always avoiding serious entanglements.
Then Maggie waltzes into our lives and turns my world upside down.
Everything I thought I wanted, everything that’s expected of me—
she makes me want to throw it all away for her.
The fact that she won’t let me near her only makes me desire her even more, and I’m a royal who doesn’t like to follow the rules.
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Not that I’d denied him since we'd become engaged. I was most certainly in the honeymoon stage, and if this yacht wasn’t so luxurious, I might never leave the room.
At least we had some time before brunch.
He began to kiss at my neck, and instantly I was breathing quicker. You’d think eventually I'd get used to something as simple as neck kisses, but I never seemed to.
As he kissed, he began to pull my pants down, exposing my lace panties. He managed to do this without ever pulling his mouth away from my neck.
Slowly, he started rubbing the outside of my panties. That combined with the neck kissing already had me wet enough to get started, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t already craving his cock.
I let him continue with the foreplay because I was eager to make this last as long as possible.
I reached down and grabbed his towel, pulling it off him in one fluid motion. My eyes were quickly drawn to his rock-hard cock brushed up against my leg, and it took all the willpower I had not to beg him to jam it in me.
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