Stolen Princess (Princess Series Book 2)(15)

“Carlos, I don’t need a protector tonight. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Besides, there will be lots of eligible women here who would love to catch your eye tonight.”

Carlos runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

“Stop it with the picking a wife shit. I hear it enough from my mother. You’ll go with me and act as my date. Neither of us is looking for anyone. Now put something on to cover yourself.”

Heavenly laughs, clearly not going obey.

“I think I’m going to go check on something.” I slip past Carlos, leaving the two of them to argue. I don’t know what the heck is going on. They almost seem like brother or sister with the way they’re fighting, but I can feel some other type of tension in the room.

I make my way down the hall and stop when I hear Karim’s voice. A guard is standing outside the door. I step towards it, and he bows his head, stepping out of my way. I crack it open and peek inside and see him sitting at his desk, a phone pressed to his ear.

I slip into the room, heading straight for him. His eyes meet mine and widen. He pushes back his chair, and I do my best to crawl into his lap with the dress I have on. I bury my face in his neck, relaxing into him. I’m shocked we got so much done for this wedding, because it seemed like every time we were more than twenty minutes apart we would go looking for the other and end up like this.

“Get it done. My queen and I are leaving tonight,” he snaps, and I hear the phone drop down onto the desk.

“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress?”

“I don’t think you’d ever let anything bad happen to us,” I mumble into his neck, enjoying the smell of him. His arms wrap around me tightly.

“I would never let anything happen to my little princess.” He kisses the top of my head. “You look beautiful. This is going to be the fastest wedding and reception anyone has ever seen. But I’ll make sure you dance.”

I pull back and look at him, smiling. “You’re more perfect than any fairy tale I’ve ever read.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that holds true for you, my queen,” he says, and his mouth takes mine.





Chapter 12





Karim





“Where are we going?” Giselle asks excitedly, bouncing in the airline seat.

“On our honeymoon,” I answer, kissing her lips and then buckling her in.

The crew finish doing all the checks and offer us beverages as we get ready for takeoff. My plane is loaded and I’ve got a three-month vacation planned with my queen to celebrate our joining.

“Yes, but where?” She sips her champagne and smiles so brightly I can’t deny her anything.

“My gift to you, my queen.” I pull the map out of my suit and hand it over to her.

She takes a second to look at it and then look at me before she opens it up.

“What are all these red dots?” she asks, studying the countries.

I lean in close and press my lips to her ear. “All the places I’m going to fuck my wife.”

“Karim,” she says, blushing and looking around to see if anyone heard him.

We are very much alone, as the crew is minimal and getting ready for takeoff.

“Do you not like your present?” I ask, rubbing my nose against the shell of her ear.

I breathe her in, and she smells like cotton candy and all the things I crave. I want to lick every inch of her and then make love to her all night. I don’t know if I can wait for the plane to take flight before I pull her into the bedroom in the back.

“I love it,” she murmurs, her cheeks deepening with color.

Our wedding was perfect and was everything Giselle dreamed of. And that was the most important part. I wanted her to be happy, and the smile I saw on her face was enough for me to know I succeeded.

The ceremony was short, and so was the welcoming of guests. The reception was just what she asked for, and I danced with her for as long as she wanted. But when she said she was ready to be alone with me, I scooped her up in my arms and nearly ran out of the ballroom.

“You told me how you wanted to see the world, and I wanted to make that happen. So you’ll see a lot of beds in a lot of countries for the next few weeks.”

“Karim,” she chastises, rolling her eyes. But the smile there tells me she likes the idea just as much as I do.

“You know, it’s a good thing I stole you and made you marry me,” I say, kissing her hand.

“I don’t think you actually stole me. I went along willingly.” Her smile is teasing, but she leans up and kisses my cheek. “I’d gladly go along willingly again.”

“I’d gladly hunt you again.” My smile turns predatory, and she licks her lips. “Maybe I should show you the rest of the plane.”

“Maybe you should,” she says, her words filled with need.

“You wish is my command, my queen,” I reply, and carry her to the back.





Epilogue





Giselle




Five years later…




I lick the remaining cream cheese off my finger, moaning at the delicious taste. I’m remaking a pastry that the boys and Karim and I made while taking family cooking class in Paris two weeks ago while on vacation. Since that night I can’t stop eating cream cheese. I practically put it on everything now.