Free Seduced (Royal Expat Series Book #1) by Abigail Snow Page A

“Right now, it’s just you and me, so let’s forget your family.”
    “OK,” she nodded.
    “Hey — you want to go for a swim?” Damian asked, mischief sparking in his eyes, making him look more handsome than ever.
    “Seriously?” Matilda looked behind them at the still water of the pool. She thought how amazing the cool water would feel against her heated, sticky skin.
    “Yeah, there’s nobody around. Let’s go for it,” Damian said. He jumped into the pool, which only came up to below his waist, and before Matilda could do anything, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in next to him.
    She gave an involuntary shriek as he lifted her off her feet and into the cool water, and then started laughing at the broad smile on his face.
    “It feels so good,” she said, enjoying the cool water lapping against her stomach as the humid air curled around her torso.
    “It’s our own private swimming pool in the middle of the city. I hear the presidents comes here to take a dip all the time,” Damian said, straight-faced. Matilda giggled.
    “Does he take his wife with him?” she asked, pretending to take him seriously.
    “And the kids — the dog, too,” Damian replied, not skipping a beat.
    “Hmm, well we’re lu cky they’re not here tonight. Just us,” Matilda said with a coy smile. Her white dress was soaked, and the thin material was clinging to her skin, leaving little to the imagination. She could tell Damian was appreciating the view if the bulge in his shorts was anything to go by.
    Feeling bold, she reached out and cupped him in the palm of her hand. He groaned, and pressed himself against her.
    “You make me so hot, babe,” he whispered in her ear. He took her earlobe gently in his mouth and tugged. Matilda gasped as shivers of lust ricocheted all over her body, and she leaned into him. He began kissing her neck gently, his hot breath ticking her skin, causing gooseflesh to break out across her arms which had nothing to do with the temperature of the water.
    He found her pulse point with his lips and bit down hard. She moaned, and grabbed a handful of his dark hair, gripping it tight as he worked at her neck, kissing, nipping and sucking the pure white skin, watching purple bruis es blossom as he marked her with his mouth.
    One strong hand found Matilda’s leg and brought it up to hook around his waist. She tried not to moan out loud as his hand ran the length of her thigh, gliding up the slick flesh until he reached her panties. The sudden warmth of his hand against her aroused clit contrasted wonderfully with the cool water lapping against her heat, and she bit her lip to hold back the moans of pleasure.
    “Mm, there’s no one around. I want you to moan for me,” Damian whispered in her ear, his breath an erotic breeze against her cheek.
    “What if someone sees?” she whispered back, although she wasn’t sure she had enough restraint to wait until they were back at his place.
    “They won’t,” Damian promised. “And if they do… who cares?”
    The thrill of possibly being caught or spotted gave the situation a glamor and excitement Matilda had never experienced before. She loved the feeling of being so daring, of having come so far from a few weeks ago where she had been too afraid to eat a hamburger outside in case someone from the press photographed her and Princess Loves Junk Food was spread all over the gossip rags for the next month.
    This was beyond belief. I t was free, uninhibited and absolutely erotic. She threw back her head and moaned as Damian pushed her dress aside, sucking gently at her engorged breast, nipping at the erect nipple, his hot, rough tongue laving the delicate flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
    Damian impatiently tugged her panties aside and found her clit with his thumb, rubbing it hard. Matilda jerked and writhed as jolts of pleasure shot through her like bullets. She was losing her control and it had never felt more amazing. The