Free Prince With Benefits: A Billionaire Royal Romance by Nicole Snow Page A

white evening dress clings to her skin, accents her curves, makes my cock stir like a hungry animal in my trousers.
    “...and yes, I need everything in writing. We can keep it between you and me, I don't care, but I want something solid. Trust, but verify, you understand.” My eyes are on her lips the whole time while she's yammering on. I wonder how they'd twitch if I sunk my teeth in. “And one more thing, Your Highness...no sex. I mean, you said this was all make believe, so I'm guessing that's a given. I wanted to get it out there, anyway.”
    “No sex?” I repeat numbly, feeling my cock pulse harder. “Half the women in this kingdom would jump at the chance to have a Prince with benefits. You know that, don't you?”
    She makes a face. Probably hiding the flush, the heat that makes her want to take it back. I know a woman when she's playing coy, and when her mind is far from made up.
    “Of course I know,” she says, staring me dead in the eyes. “No sex. I'm not one of your admirers.”
    Goddamn, this is going to be a challenge. In principle, I agree.
    Fucking her would only make this harder, a hell of a lot more complicated than it needs to be.
    Too bad she's just taunted me. There are very few things in this world I can't have by virtue of money and power. I can't even remember the last time I've met a pussy I want that's telling me 'no.'
    “Is any of this going to be a problem?” she asks, nervously twisting her hands when I wait too long to answer.
    “No. Everything you've said is more than reasonable. I'll have my lawyer draw up a prenup tomorrow and a separate document with the terms you mentioned. I have a man who isn't connected to the palace just for these sorts of things, so we can keep this out of grandmom's prying eyes.”
    “And the last part?” she whispers, fighting to keep her eyes locked with mine.
    I take a step closer, polishing off my scotch, setting the glass down on the little table. “No sex?”
    “Yeah.”
    “It's a deal.” I wait until we're barely a couple inches apart before I say anything more. “You're a special woman, Miss Warwick. I think you have the honor of being the first woman I've met to make me promise not to fuck her brains out.”
    There's a tick in her lips. Quick, fiery, almost imperceptible. I can smell every molecule rolling off her, a scent my cock knows, pheromones so electric they tell me this is going to be the hardest fucking promise I've ever had to keep.
    “I'm glad we can keep this...professional,” she says, finally snatching her eyes away, looking over my shoulder at the capital gleaming in the distance.
    “So am I. You've got a very bright future ahead when this is through. Believe me, I'm glad I can do this with a woman who's close to my level. Intellectually, at least.”
    She looks at me like I've just insulted her. What can I say?
    Mentally, we're partners in crime.
    As for the money, class, ambition? We're worlds apart.
    My brain doesn't let go of its old habits so easily. I'm still in hunt mode, eager to wrap this minx around every inch of me, put my mouth on hers, feel her tight little cunt dripping all over my balls.
    Everything I want. Everything I can't have. Not unless I want to ruin this before I've even given it a chance.
    “I hope you'll try to be a little more tactful when we're married,” she says. “I'm going to be your wife. A...a Princess, I guess. God.”
    “You guess?” I raise an eyebrow. “That's exactly the title that comes with this job. Princess of Sealesland, Saint Moore, and All Her Tributaries. The next living, beautiful, royal vessel to continue the family line.”
    I reach for her. She's burning up when I touch her, gently sliding my hands up over her arms, a slow moving embrace that causes my cock to leak like a melting candle in my pants.
    “No sex!” she whimpers, sucking her bottom lip.
    “No sex. I'm a man of my word, Erin,” I growl, bringing my face to hers, close enough to let her smell the liquor