The Princess in His Bed by Lila DiPasqua Read Free Book Online Page A

being very quiet about your whereabouts last night.” Robert was smirking. “And as coincidence would have it, last night Louise d’Arcy couldn’t locate her cousin anywhere. She came to me and asked if I’d seen her. Any idea where the fair Aimee de Miran was last eve?”
    Adam felt his cock harden at the mere mention of Aimee and last night. Merde . A stiff prick was the last thing he needed just before he met with the King. Damn Robert.
    The memory of Aimee in his arms, of her honeyed sex squeezing around his fingers while she came, rushed through his mind. That very same memory had kept him up most of the night—keeping both him and his cock fully awake.
    Adam had always enjoyed a chase—especially since he didn’t usually get much resistance to his advances—but his pursuit of Aimee was far more than mere entertainment. Having her meant too much to him.
    More than it should.
    More than he was comfortable with. His desire for her had spanned an eternity. Nothing had been so difficult as to watch her walk away last eve and not pull her back and claim what she so obviously wanted him to take. Every inch of his body clamored for her.
    But he refused to do it and resisted by sheer iron will.
    If she wanted to be taken, she was going to have to come to him and ask with her very own sweet lips—without reservation or inhibitions. To that end, he’d made great strides last eve, despite being left with a painful prick. She’d lingered afterward, waiting for him to demand more, and the disappointment in her golden eyes when he hadn’t had been difficult to miss.
    Adam sensed it wasn’t going to take much longer. Then she’d be all his.
    And he had six years of pent-up fantasies to indulge in with her.
    Robert walked over smiling, and stopping on the opposite side of the desk, pressed his palms down onto the surface. “Please tell me you fucked her. Any man who’s been walking around with a stiff cock for another man’s wife for six years deserves some relief.”
    Adam looked him square in the eye, grasping for patience with his irksome friend. “Remind me again why I tolerate you?”
    Robert laughed and straightened. “You’ve got that wrong. I tolerate you,” he teased. “What happened with Aimee? Out with it.”
    Adam pushed himself off the desk and blew out a breath. “Robert, she’s never had a lover.” Of that he was certain. Since Marc’s death, he’d kept his ears open, always listening for news about her.
    While in mourning she’d kept mostly to herself at her country château, her main company, her cousin Louise. But once the mourning was over, she’d returned to Paris. Adam knew whenever she was in the city and he’d made it a point of attending those salons and fetes she’d be at. He’d kept his distance, sensing the timing wasn’t right, sensing she wasn’t ready to take a lover, though controlling his gaze whenever she was in the room was a different challenge altogether.
    “If I push for too much too soon, she’ll bolt.” He was approaching this the way he’d approach any challenge, methodically, carefully, with well-thought-out steps.
    “So you didn’t bed her.”
    “Not exactly.”
    “Not exactly?”
    “It was more of a sampling.”
    “You sampled her?” Robert burst out laughing.
    Adam rested his hands on his hips. “What about that amuses you?”
    Robert shook his head, still chuckling. “Nattes, you are either losing your touch, or you have the worst tendre for this woman. Which is it, my friend? I’m starting to strongly suspect it’s the latter.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Once I have her, the fascination will be over.” Adam instantly quashed the doubts that assailed him. He had this under control.
    Last night was a perfect example of how he had mastery over himself.
    “Well, it’s fortuitous that the King has moved our meeting up. By the time we’re done here, it should be midday. You’ll have the entire afternoon and evening free to find the lovely