Page 20 of The Princess and the SEAL

“Actually, yes. I want to surprise my wife. We plan to do all the traditional tourist activities later in the week. Do you know of somewhere special to go to? Romantic? A hidden spot?”

She smiled at me. “Of course. I know just the place. There is a beautiful waterfall at the end of a short hike. I’ll even pack you a picnic lunch.”

Perfect. “Great. Thank you. Where is it? How do I get there?”

“It’s about twenty minutes up north. Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?”

“Of course I do. I have a Harley back home.”

“Well, then, you can borrow my husband’s. He would be thrilled to lend it to you newlyweds. He used to take me there when we were younger. May I ask how you met your beautiful wife? She looks very familiar to me.”

That’s because she’s a princess.

I needed to figure out something after today. If she agreed to spend the next week with me, the paparazzi would definitely find us. The last thing I needed was my face plastered all over the international newswires so ISIS could put a bounty on my head.

“Classic damsel-in-distress story. She was being mugged, and I swept in and saved her. We fell in love. The rest is history.”

She clasped her hand to her chest. “What a lovely story. Let me prepare your picnic basket. And I’ll get the bike and helmets ready.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it. We are happy to help you celebrate your love.”

I nodded. She was so nice. I wasn’t used to such kindness. I wanted to take it at face value, but my past didn’t allow me to do so. She was probably only being nice to me because I had booked this place.

I closed my eyes and shook off my anxiety.

No, Ryan. No.

Maybe she was just a wonderful woman who truly enjoyed making others happy. It was possible.

Man, I was fucked up. I hoped Giselle didn’t know what a complete mess I was.

I raced back up to the room, opened the door—and my breath hitched at what I saw.

Fuck, she was fine.

Giselle was sitting there in a white sundress that ended right at her creamy thighs.

I wanted to climb on the bed, rip off her panties, and devour her pussy until she came all over my face.

My cock immediately stood at attention. How was I supposed to control myself around her?

Maybe I really should let her go after today.

I’d think about that later.

“So, where are we going? Is this dress okay?”

“It’s perfection. You’re perfection.”

She giggled and pulled me onto the bed. I covered her luscious body with mine and pressed my cock between her thighs, with only the denim of my jeans and the soft lace fabric of her panties between us.

After a minute, I managed to push myself off of her and roll to my back. “Actually, you should change into some jeans if you have any.”

“Really? Where are we going?”

“We’re taking a motorcycle ride.”

“I have never been on a motorcycle. Do you know how to ride one?”

I laughed. “Yes, babe. I own a Harley. You’ll be fine. Just relax, and let’s have fun today.”

She climbed on top of me, and I grabbed her ass and kissed her like she was mine. Which she was.

If only for today.