Royally Kidnapped by the Prince novel Chapter 58

THAYER

Three years later…

It was my wife’s birthday today. After our last public engagement this week, I planned to take her to our private property in the Caribbean. 

The sun shone overhead. Her skin glistened as she basked the beach in warmth. 

I still couldn’t get enough of her after all these years of happy marriage. I still got the same reaction as if the first time I saw her every time I came home from work. 

She was busy with her work as the people’s Duchess, Princess Kennedy, but she never neglected to take care of me, even during our hectic days. She still made me feel loved.

“Stop staring at me.” She was lying on the small blanket splayed on the sand only in a two-piece bikini.

A wicked grin touched my lips. “Why not? When I got the most precious prize.”

I could feel her rolling her eyes beneath the sunglasses. “Oh, my God, babe. Can’t you think of another pickup line?”

“Aren’t you feeling hot? You might get sunburn. Let’s get inside, darling.”

She took off her sunglasses. Her brow shot up. “No. Not again. Not until tonight.”

I chucked. “But we’ll fuck tonight until morning.”

She laughed out loud. “Considering the works waiting for us in Triberis, I might consider that. 

A light gust of wind whipped her hair around her face. I drew deep the salty smell of the ocean. I laid next to her, held her hand, and planted it to my lips. “I love you, Kennedy.”

“I love you.”

“We’re still considering another baby, right?” Since our baby prince just turned two years old last month, I thought of a baby princess.

“I know now why you take me on vacation. You want something from me.”

I turned to look at her. Her eyes filled with humor. “A man could dream that you might say yes.”

She just stared at me—really stared at me for a whole damn minute without a word.

“I love you, darling. I didn’t take you here to knock you up. It’s your birthday, and we were buried with work since January. I thought you need a break. That’s all. No hidden agenda. I promise.”

“I know. And if I remember it correctly. We’ve talked about another baby once. Three months ago, I think.”

“If you’re not ready. It’s all right. We’re still young. And we have our young prince already.” I leaned over to kiss her on the lips. “Maybe we can make love here tonight.”

“Not a bad idea, but remember when we went out on a yacht? Who knows there might be a drone we can’t see.”

“This is private property, darling.”

“But you can’t take the risk. And so do I. I’d love to keep your good ass to myself, not to the public.”

I barked out laughing. “You really have an ass fetish, haven’t you?”

“That ass? Is to die for, babe.” She winked at me. Damn it, if she did that, it sent throb to my cock.

“Damn it, My Duchess.” I pulled her into my arms. “Feel this?” My cock was already straining against my shorts.

“Tonight, Thayer. We’ll wait until our little prince is sleeping.” Despite our constant traveling schedules for our engagements, Kennedy was hands-on when it came to our child. That was what I loved most about her.