Free Feisty Princess (Sexy Manhattan Fairytale #2) by Michelle A. Valentine

party if I do something to offend you. I need to know what your limits are.”
    I level my stare on him. “You’re really asking me to kiss you right now?”
    He licks his lips and then beckons me with the crook of his finger. “Come here.”
    As ridiculous as this idea seems, he might just have a point based on our history. When we touch, crazy things happen. Setting boundaries between us is a good idea.
    I sigh and then slide over toward him. Alexander’s eyes trail down my body, taking a moment to stare at my chest. This low-cut Prada dress accentuates my breasts nicely, so I can’t fault him for his lingering gaze.
    He tilts his head and then places his hand on the bare skin of my thigh. “Will doing this get me smacked?”
    My heart thunders inside my chest. The heat from the contact of his skin on mine is sending my body into overdrive.
    “No,” I tell him with a breathy tone. “But if you go any higher than that, it might.”
    “Noted.” He arches one eyebrow. “How about this?” He moves his hand from my thigh and then cups my cheek. The pad of his thumb swirls around my skin before it dips lower to brush the corner of my mouth.
    My mouth drifts open, and I close my eyes as he traces my lower lip with his thumb. An ache between my legs builds. It’s crazy how my body reacts so quickly with one simple touch from this man.
    I don’t even realize he’s leaning into me until I feel his warm breath on my face. “You don’t know how badly I want to kiss you right now.”
    “What’s stopping you?” I ask, needing more of his skin on mine in that moment.
    He leans his forehead against mine. “Don’t tease me like that, Margo.”
    “Who’s teasing?” My hand snakes up his chest until it finds the exposed flesh on his neck. “I want you to kiss me.”
    He cups my face. “What are you doing to me? Why can’t I resist you?”
    I bite my lip as I gaze into his eyes. “I’ve asked myself the same thing about a million times. I’m supposed to hate you, but I can’t stop wanting you.”
    That was easier to admit to him that I ever thought it would be.
    Alexander sucks a rush of air in through his nose and his chest heaves. He doesn’t move away from me, only stretches his hand out and hits the intercom button, simply instructing, “Drive.”
    “Where to, sir?” the driver asks.
    “I don’t give a fuck where. Drive until I tell you to stop,” he orders.
    The words no sooner leave his mouth than both of his hands are cradling my head, holding me in place while he crushes his lips to mine. His tongue swipes against my lips, begging for entrance while the trim whiskers on his face poke me. I moan as I open my mouth and welcome him inside.
    This is wrong, but I can’t find a reason within me to stop. It feels too good—too right.
    His hand slides down my neck and then sweeps across my collarbone before pushing the straps of my dress off my shoulders. “I want you, Margo. Tell me that you want me, too.”
    His admission causes my blood to pump a little faster through my veins, and his need to hear my confirmation has every inch of me on fire. This man has a way of turning me on like no other, and he’s damn near impossible to resist.
    I grip the collar of his crisp white tuxedo shirt and stare into his eyes as I straddle his lap. The bottom hem of my dress rides up my thighs as I press myself against the hard erection in his pants. “I need you, Alexander.”
    Those simple words are all the permission that he needs. Alexander attacks my lips with his once again, while his hands work frantically to get me out of this dress. The need to have him inside me to stop my building ache is intense. I lift my bottom a bit to gain access to his belt. When that’s out of the way, I make quick work of unzipping his pants and reaching inside his underwear. He lifts his hips, allowing me to shove the fabric down. I take his cock into my hand. The skin of his shaft is silky as I stroke his considerable