Free Royal's Wedding Secret by Sophia Lynn

her and Victoria because it was the cheapest thing that they both loved. Still, heating up the tortilla and melting the cheese made for a delicious snack, and when she plated one and handed it to Philip, she could see that he appreciated its charms as well.
    "Mmm. As far as guilty pleasures go, there are worse ones."
    "As a matter of fact, I have a lot of guilty pleasures," she said with a soft laugh.
    "Oh really? Tell me."
    There was something vaguely challenging about his gaze, and Marnie realized with a tingle of pleasure that he was standing quite close to her. His black eyes were fixed on her, as if all of the answers in the world could be found on her face, and she remembered what that meant. What that could lead to.
    She took a deep breath, aware that her heart was beating faster than it had been, that her lips were dry.
    "Well, I love chocolate, especially the sea-salt stuff, because it makes the chocolate taste even sweeter. And I'm a sucker for documentaries, especially ones that talk about alien conspiracies."
    Philip snorted, coming a little closer to her. There was always a kind of magnetism between them, but right now, it was so intense that she could almost feel it.
    "Not very impressive, Marnie. Come on, another one."
    "Ridiculously sugary coffee drinks. Jelly beans. Those premade lunch meals that are supposed to be for kids but that I stash in my bag for a quick pick-me-up when I'm on the go."
    There was less than a foot of space separating them now. Marnie knew intimately that if she pushed him away, that Philip would back away. She knew that he wouldn't come any closer unless she wanted him to.
    There were so many reasons not to let him get closer. There were so many reasons to be wary of the man who had left six years ago and now appeared again, as handsome as ever and twice as charming.
    "What else?" he asked, his voice low and soft.
    Marnie swallowed. "Summer nights on the beach. Lollipops. Princes who should know better."
    "Well, I can help you with one of those …"
    Before she could respond, his mouth came down on hers, his hands landing on the counter behind her so his arms bracketed her, boxing her in. For a moment, she simply relished the feel of his mouth, how hot and warm his lips were, and how long it had been since she had felt the kind of passion that was licking up at her body. It had been so long, and Philip had always felt so very, very good.
    When she wrapped her arms around his body, drawing him even closer, he pulled back with a grin. "What do you want, beautiful girl?" he whispered. "Tell me what you want, and let me give it to you."
    She pulled in her breath, trembling on the precipice. She knew that if she was thinking clearly, if she was being as careful as she had always sworn she would be, she would have taken the kiss and pulled away. One kiss, that was an acceptable lapse, a guilty pleasure. More than that … more than that would be courting disaster.
    She started to tell him that that was enough, that they couldn't do this, but then he reached up to tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear. The gentle touch of his fingers along the sensitive skin of her ear made her shiver, and then, she simply couldn't stand to be apart from him.
    "You," she said, her voice deep and husky. "You. You're what I want …"
    Philip's laugh was soft and deep, but there was nothing mocking about it. Instead, there was relief there and a need and a hunger that was just as deep and lasting as hers.
    "Beautiful Marnie," he sighed, pulling her into a deep embrace.
    This time, he let her feel the raw need he had for her, the way he shook slightly as he kissed her. It had been so long that she felt nearly drunk on him, as if she couldn't get enough of how his skin felt. When he pushed her shirt up to reveal her belly and her breasts, she hesitated for a moment. Her body had changed since he had touched her last like this, and from what the gossip magazines said, he was a man well used to supermodels and