Page 47 of Risky Match (Royal Spies #1)

W e arrive at St. Katharine Docks, the marina in central London where the Catalinius royal yacht is docked. Bri’s parents weren’t exaggerating when they called it a superyacht. If anything, that was an understatement.

It’s a small cruise ship! And a beautiful one at that. The hull is midnight blue and glistens against the water. The deck is pristine white with gleaming stainless steel and glass railings.

Bri is all smiles as we walk toward the boarding area, where the crew awaits our arrival. “Isn’t she magnificent?” she asks, gesturing toward the vessel.

“Definitely.”

The captain greets us, “Welcome aboard, Your Royal Highness and Mr. Knight. We’re pleased to have you sailing on our return voyage to Catalinius.”

“Thank you, captain. We’re looking forward to it as well.”

“Would you like us to give Mr. Knight a tour of the ship before we leave port?”

Bri turns to me with a gleam of mischief. “I’d like to rest before the tour. Blake, you’re welcome to take the tour though.”

Message received. And if I’ve interpreted it correctly, we won’t be resting if my answer is the right one.

“Captain, I’d love a tour a little later. I’m also exhausted after the two-week tournament.”

The captain nods. “Your luggage is being delivered to your suite now. Let the crew know if there is anything you need.”

I’m wealthy and enjoy a high-end lifestyle when I’m not playing tennis, but it’s nothing like this. Other than the crew and Erin, Bri and I are the only passengers. This is wild. And it’s giving me some incredibly vivid ideas for how we can spend our time onboard.

“Blake, follow me. Each member of my family has their own dedicated living quarters on the ship. I’ll show you where our suite is.”

I happily follow her, counting down the minutes until I can get her alone and naked.

A few minutes later, we step into the enormous suite. A wall of windows overlooks a balcony that faces the dock. An ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, along with a silver tray of chocolate-covered strawberries awaits us on the dining table.

“Would you like me to pop the cork?” I ask, tugging Bri into my arms for a kiss.

“Yes. Let’s take the champagne and strawberries onto the balcony for the departure,” she murmurs against my lips.

I open the bottle and pour two glasses. Bri returns from changing and picks up the tray as we step through the large sliding glass door onto the balcony. On a regular cruise ship, this balcony would be divided into balconies for at least five, if not more, rooms.

We sip champagne and feed each other strawberries as the horns bellow, signaling our departure. The yacht slowly pulls away from the dock, beginning the next phase of our journey.

When the people on the dock shrink to distant specks, I can’t wait any longer. I set my glass on the outdoor table and do the same with Bri’s.

Pulling her against me, I say, “Bri, I love you so much. I can’t wait any longer to have you again.”

“I love you too, and I don’t want to wait either.”

I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and carry her inside. Pressing her back against the nearest wall, I kiss her with a level of passion that surprises even me. She’s my everything, and I want her to know it.

With my teeth, I break the thin shoulder straps on her dress, exposing her bare, plump breasts. I take a moment to appreciate them. I’m in awe.

“Do you have any clue how gorgeous and sexy you are?”

“Show me how much you need me,” she demands in a sultry voice.

“My pleasure.”

I lick and tease her nipple, and she moans. Twisting slightly, she nudges her other nipple toward my mouth as her fingers lace through my hair. She holds my head firmly against her chest as she rests her head against the wall, eyes closed.

“Oh, Blake. That’s so good.”

I turn her away from the wall and gently place her on the edge of the dining table. Her long legs stay loosely wrapped around my waist. Retrieving a condom from my pocket, I lower my zipper and free my cock.

I push her dress up and pause. I’m the luckiest man alive. She’s completely bare and begging for me.

“Love, I promise we’ll make love slowly later, but not this time.”

“I don’t need slow now,” she moans, tossing her head back.

I plant kisses down her beautiful neck as I thrust deep inside, passionately claiming her.

She’s finally mine.

“What do you want to do during the rest of our cruise?” Bri asks after we’ve showered and changed.

I waggle my eyebrows. “Hmm. I suspect there are plenty of locations to explore.”

“By explore do you mean what I think you do?”

“Yes. What do you think?”

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Where would you like to start?”

“What about the lifeboat?” I suggest.

“That could be risky, but I’m game.”

“I love you. You’re perfect.”

What a match.