Free The Princess and the Bodyguard by Morgan Ashbury Page A

her bleary eyes to the clock. Three a.m . Easing out of the chair, she strode back to her bed. Tossing her robe off, she climbed beneath the blankets. She would fall asleep thinking about the myriad things she had to do within the next few days. And hopefully, the nightmare wouldn’t return.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Good morning.”
    “Mmm. You’re up early. That’s good. We need to talk.”
    Alex laughed, then pulled the half-asleep Hannah closer. “How kind of you to notice that I am, indeed, up.”
    “Hard to miss, the way you’re poking me in the butt.”
    “Here, let me fix that.” Smiling, he moved her left leg forward, then slid into her from behind.
    “Ah, yes, that is much better.”
    For the next few moments, Alex focused on gently moving his cock in and out of Hannah, reveling in the warm, wet welcome she always had waiting for him. How had he ever managed to get through a day before her? He had his duties every day, like always, but the sense of being on vacation lingered.
    “Mm...Alex…harder.”
    He levered himself up, so that he leaned over her, and began to put more force into his thrusts. “How’s this?”
    “Wonderful. Let me try…ah, yes.”
    Ah yes, indeed. She’d moved her back so that she pushed harder against him, and the slight change in angle seemed to suck his cock even deeper into her while her inner muscles squeezed him more.
    “I’m very close, Hannah. Come for me. Take me with you.”
    As it always did, the way her wild, wet sheath tightened and then convulsed around him thrilled him. The sensation felt gentler, but similar to the caress of her wet, sucking mouth on his cock. The scent of sweat and sex teased his nostrils as he gave himself over to his orgasm. Riding the tide of spasms, he leaned his weight on the gasping, groaning woman under him.
    “Now that’s what I call a good morning,” he whispered in her ear. Her laughter came soft and sleepy under him.
    “You’ve managed to distract me twice, now.”
    Grinning, he replied, “That’s not difficult.”
    “I know. But I wanted to talk about the clothes.”
    “If there’s a problem, love, then really, Helene is the one—”
    “Helene insists that the clothes are free, that wearing them is like advertising for the shop owner.”
    Clever daughter-in-law. “So what is the problem?”
    “The designer is insisting on an entire wardrobe. Alex, I don’t need an entire wardrobe. A couple of outfits to wear to accompany you to the military college today, and the finance symposium on Monday, fine. And a dress to wear to your Ambassadors’ Ball Saturday night. I can accept those. I don’t blame you for wanting to have me dressed properly when we’re seen out in public together. But, I don’t need an entire wardrobe. Good Lord, the woman wants to make me panties. I had no idea people had panties made for them!”
    He wanted to laugh, but knew he shouldn’t. His Hannah was not a woman used to having anything done for her or given to her. He’d managed a few conversations with Catharine and had been given a very clear picture of the kind of life his woman had led before coming to his country. Well, she would to have to get used to being spoiled from now on.
    But there had been a thread of something else in her protests, and he wanted to put an end to that right now.
    “You can appear with me in public however you choose, Hannah, and I would be simply delighted you’re there. The clothes are a gift for you. Something I wanted you to have. If you’re that uncomfortable with them, I’ll tell Helene to have them taken away. I only want you to be happy.”
    Her eyes melted with emotion. He caressed her cheek and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
    “I guess I should just have said thank you. Thank you, Alex, for the outfits. I knew they couldn’t have been free.”
    “The cost means nothing to me, Hannah. And yes, I know it means nothing to you, as well. It pleases me to give you things.”
    “Then let me give you