Page 81 of American Royalty

“Of course I have,” he said, a muscle ticking in his jaw.

“Okay, okay.” She scrambled to a sitting position. “Let me rephrase. Have you ever gotten to the point in a relationship with a black woman where she slept over?”

“No.”

“Then don’t worry about it. I’m not sure it’s even worth having the ‘black hair 101’ discussion if this is only going to be for a few weeks.”

“Do you wear the cap every night?”

“Yes.”

“Then I want to know about it.”

She stroked her fingers along the stubborn set of his jaw, gratified when it relaxed into her touch.

“Later. There’s one more thing I want to put out there.”

“I’m all ears.” He shoved his hands behind his head, an unstudied gesture that would’ve brought millions to their knees if it had been captured on a screen.

Her sensitive core throbbed in response.

Focus, Dani. This is important.“Let’s keep this just between the two of us.”

“I have no intention of running to the press.”

“Not the press. Everyone. The staff, your friends, my friends. Loose lips and a thousand ships and all that. Neither of us wants to deal with the fallout from that little bomb dropping.”

“Agreed.”

If only all of her negotiations had been so easy.

Or as fun.

“Thank you,” she said, kissing him, allowing her tongue to briefly tangle with his before releasing his lips.

She worked her way down his body, grazing his nipple with her teeth, pressing kisses along his hip bone, until she reached his cock, which stood tall and proud before her. She gripped its warm steely strength in her palm then pressed it against her cheek, overcome by a dose of affection remembering the pleasure it had given her. She licked the tip and he groaned. “Duchess!”

She glanced up at him. “Jay?”

“Hmmmm?” His moan was low, guttural.

“I think you can call me Dani now.”

DANI TILTED HERhead to the side and tapped a nail against her bottom lip. “I was wrong. Itisbigger than yours.”

Jameson winced. “Even for a prince with a healthy... ego, that’s something no man ever wants to hear.”

She laughingly slapped his arm as she stared at the large house in front of them. After several days of fucking until her body hummed, she’d thought she would’ve had her fill of him. But when she saw him, she’d imagine all the things he’d done with his handsand mouth the last time they were together, heat would pool between her thighs, and before she knew it, they’d be at it again.

It was an intense, sensuous fuck cycle.

“It’s one of the country’s most beautiful privately owned parks,” Jay was saying. “Over fifteen thousand acres. The Baslingfield family has owned this estate since the late seventeenth century.”

He’d taken her for a drive in the country to an estate called Baslingfield Court. She couldn’t even fathom owning that much land. Or having something in her family for that long.

He shepherded her toward the large front door. When he went to walk in, she pushed against him. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t you want to see the inside?”