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“We have the opera tonight,” I reminded him. “The French ambassador is going to use that time to ask you about fishing rights—oh.”

“I dinnae want to talk about fishing,” he growled, squeezing my breasts. “I want ye to be a good lass and do what I’ve told ye.”

Well, of course I was going to do as he commanded.

My fingers fumbled with the hooks on my corset, although he helped, cradling me from behind. I loved that he’d banished my maid from helping me undress—insisting he could handle that chore himself—so I knew we had plenty of privacy for another two hours, before she returned to help me dress for the opera.

When my corset fell away, and I was left wearing the thinnest of chemises, we both sucked in a breath. He hefted my breasts through the sheer linen.

“Hmmm.” I could feel his breath against my earlobe, knew I was already wet for him. “These dinnae feel any bigger.”

I knew he was hoping for signs of a pregnancy. The nation was too, but to be truthful, I wouldn’t mind if it took me a few more months to conceive. I was having too much fun trying.

I flushed with anticipation, remembering all the ways we’d fooked over the last months. Waiting for our wedding had been torture, but once our wedding night had come and gone, we had the freedom to try anything and everything.

My favorite positions from A Harlot’s Guide might still be the ones he showed me first, but we were steadfastly working our way through the entire catalog; last week he’d had to bring in two of the footmen and a large cucumber!

Yes, we’d made love in every conceivable position, and just the thought of his hot seed spilling inside me was enough to make me breathless. He called it breeding me, and I loved the way those words made me feel; as if I were someone special.

To my prince, I was.

I couldn’t wait for him to succeed. For now, though…

I pretended disappointment as I twisted in his hold and put my arms around him neck. “Oh dear,” I pouted, thrusting my hips forward to cradle his hard cock. “We shall just have to work harder.”

I loved the way his eyes glittered with humor and excitement. “Ye’re wonderful, lass. Ye ken that?”

“I love you, my prince.”

The kiss was hard and fast, and revealed his need as much as mine.

“And I love ye, Clarissa. But…”

I was already panting with excitement. “But?”

One perfect blonde brow rose as he stepped back, out of my arms. His hands dropped to his waist and he began to unbutton his trousers. “I think you need to prove it, wife.”

Without hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I was kneeling in a pile of my own clothing, and when I pressed my thighs together, I could feel my bloomers were already soaked through.

When his voice turned commanding like that, I would do anything to please him.

I blinked up at him through my eyelashes, and reached for his cock as he released it. “Yes, sir,” I said, right before my lips closed around it.

“Good, ye wicked princess,” he said with a groan.

I smiled around his cock. No. I was the perfect princess.