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“I guess I should leave now,” Teagan said. “People are going to wonder why the yoga lesson is taking so long.”
She started to get up, and Cort pulled her back to him.
“Let them wonder,” he said with a naughty smile.
He quickly lifted Teagan back on top of him and entered her before she even realized what was happening.
Her dripping wet core opened widely accepting his thickness with pleasure.
It would be another forty-five minutes before she left.
CHAPTER 18
Cort
“How is the pasta?”
Cort watched as Teagan twirled a large clump of the fettuccine around her fork and took a big bite. He had rarely seen a girl eat like she did. She had a very healthy appetite, and she was not afraid to really chow down. It was pretty sexy. Most of the women he’d dated were always concerned with being totally prim and proper and afraid to touch much more than a salad. This was refreshing.
“It’s wonderful,” Teagan said. She took a sip of her red wine.
Noticing that her glass was almost empty, Cort took the liberty of refilling it.
Teagan laughed. “You aren’t trying to get me hammered, are you?” Teagan asked.
“Maybe,” Cort replied. “There is no sense letting the perfect wine go to waste.”
“Merlot is my favorite,” Teagan said.
“Mine too. I’ve never cared much for white wine,” Cort said.
Teagan nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it feels like it’s missing that extra something.”
Cort glanced around the restaurant. It was nice and quiet tonight, but busy enough to keep things interesting. The paparazzi had been just as wild as he’d expected when he arrived at the restaurant after picking up Teagan at her hotel. He hoped the vultures didn’t start stalking her there, but it was probably unavoidable. Besides, he figured she’d never really had the star treatment before and she might take a bit of a shine to it.
Plus, he had something special planned tonight, and he doubted Teagan would be sleeping in her hotel anyway. If all went well anyway.
He’d been wrestling with a decision all day long, ever since the fantastic afternoon he’d spent with Teagan in the gym. The lovemaking, just being together, and the conversation that just flowed so perfectly between them—it was all magical. That was the only word he could actually use to describe it. It was beautiful.
He’d hinted at his plans when they were together. She was asking him about his past love and how he felt about her and his situation. He had to give her credit that she was probing in a very roundabout way. The woman was so wicked smart. That was one of the things he loved most about her.
Now that he thought about it he knew that he was going to ask Teagan to be his wife the moment he saw her standing in the gym. There was no other way about it; he loved her. He knew that his feelings or this realization had nothing to do with the stipulation he was facing if he wanted to succeed his father and become King. That would be an added bonus of course, but he wanted to marry Teagan either way.
He was nervous as hell about what she would say. What would she think? It was pretty obvious that she would wonder how he really felt and if he was asking her to marry him just because he wanted to become King. He would have to convince her that his love for her was real and he had no other ulterior motives whatsoever. He just wanted to be with her. He would give up everything to be with her if that was what it took to convince her.
If he had to, he would renounce his family and stop being Prince.
“I have to admit that this is the fanciest meal I’ve ever had,” Teagan said.
“Really? Well, I think you should get used to it,” Cort replied with a smile.
Teagan blushed. “Oh, I’m sure you will be tired of me soon enough,” she teased.
“That’s impossible,” Cort said. Teagan locked eyes with him, and he hoped she could tell that he was dead serious about that.
“What was it like dating as a teenager for you? I mean I imagine it must have been hard being with people your own age then. Did you go to regular school?”
“I did,” Cort said. “I didn’t have to. I could have just worked with tutors, but I wanted to experience a normal childhood. And for the most part, I did. I mean, when you are six years old your peers don’t care that you are Prince. They don’t really even get what that means. And by the time they did understand I was just one of them, so it wasn’t really weird.”
“That’s awesome,” Teagan said.
“Yeah, it was difficult though because the hours of a regular school day cut into my other training. When I was old enough, I basically had to start sitting in on meetings and learning about what it means to be Prince and what my duties would one day be. But I still think I made the right decision.”
“Wow, I can’t even begin to imagine what that must have been like.”
Cort smiled and took a bite of his steak. It was cooked to perfection.
He glanced over at Teagan and watched her eating her pasta. She dribbled a bit on her chin. Before she could wipe it off with her napkin Cort swiped it with his finger and tasted it, bringing it up to his mouth slowly.
“That’s delicious,” he said.
“I know, right?” Teagan replied.
“I meant you.”
Teagan smiled. “Ah, that is smooth.”
“I know,” Cort agreed. “I have skills.”
“I have a few sexy moves too,” Teagan said. She had a naughty look in her eye that was turning him on like crazy.
And suddenly her hand was on his crotch, pushing gently against his groin feeding his growing erection.
He inhaled slowly allowing the sensation to move through him, trying not to draw attention to himself even while he wanted to release a pent-up moan. Her hand stated to move up and down his shaft, pressing just firm enough against his sack. Teagan was giggling as quietly as she could, but she was massively enjoying herself.
“Well, this is not fair,” Cort said with a smile.
“Oh, this is not a game baby,” Teagan said.
Baby. Oh, that sounded so sexy when she called him that, those syllables floating off her beaut
iful lips. He loved the affection behind it.
It had been so long since someone had called him that and meant it.
He moved his pelvis forward slightly increasing the pressure. It felt so good to have her small, dainty fingers moving against his growing hardness. And added to that she was now licking her lips discreetly but all the while seductive and giving him the “take me” eyes.
Cort wondered if he could get away with the same. He casually moved his hand under the table, and glanced around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. You never knew when some paparazzo was disguised as a waiter just to take some indiscriminate pictures of the Prince being a messy eater. He didn’t notice anyone, but if they were there, they were going to get more than they bargained for tonight.
He slid his hand swiftly up Teagan’s legs and right under her skirt. The look of shock on her face was priceless, especially the moment his fingers pressed against her sweet mound. He could feel a bit of moisture after a few moments of his fingers doing some moving through her panties. Cort felt his pant get tighter and adjusted himself slightly underneath the table.
It was ready to go. And Teagan could tell.
“Wow, now who is not playing by the rules,” Teagan said.
“I think we are inventing the game as we go along,” Cort replied.
His hand was working its way harder against her, feeding her lust. He could see the desire growing wild in her beautiful eyes.
Then she pulled a game changer.
Teagan carefully reached under the table. He wasn’t sure what she was up to until he felt her panties sliding past his fingers and moving down her thighs. With the pressure, his fingers were now sliding into the sweet, succulent wetness between her smooth, sexy thighs.
Teagan inhaled deeply, her face showing the expression of a woman who was being turned on past the point of no return. He was going to satisfy that lust soon; she didn’t have to worry about that. But he was going to play around and have some fun first.
She was now moving against his hand, placing her body just so his largest fingers would enter her at just the right spot. At the same time, she was pushing against his rock-hard shaft, and he felt that he might blow at any moment, but he didn’t want to finish yet. He did not want to finish here.
