Page 74 of Royal Darling

She laughs, low and sexy. “Rock and roll, babe.”

That’s her way of saying anything goes. She’s so fucking perfect.

A short while later, it’s cake time and Emma is giving methe look. The one that says I want you. Now.

I hold her off, though she’s so bloody tempting the way she presses herself against my side. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “We have to do the cake thing. It’s going in our wedding album. Think of our kids. They’re going to want to see it.”

She beams. “Right after cake, we sneak away.”

I can’t deny her, can’t deny myself.

We slowly slice a gigantic piece of cake, feed each other—no smashing-in-the-face rubbish—and smile for the camera.

“Ready?” I ask.

She nods. “Just one more thing I need to show our kids.” She grabs our figure right off the top of the cake. “It’s so us. I will treasure it forever.”

My eyes sting. I frame her beautiful face with both hands and kiss her tenderly. She nips my lower lip, kissing me roughly, the intensity ratcheting up instantly.

I toss her over my shoulder and head back toward the palace. People are whistling and cheering, but I tune in to Emma’s hissed, “Yessss!”

That’s my Emma.