His Princess (A Royal Romance)(142)

He relaxes but doesn’t pull away from me. I spread out on the bed and lie there, trying to catch my breath. Quentin holds on to me like I’ll vanish if he lets go. I finally wriggle out from underneath him and lie on my side, panting. I’m covered in swear and I feel like I’ve run a marathon.

He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.

“Lay on your back and spread your legs. It’s time for round two.”

I do as he says as he climbs on top of me. God, he’s still hard.

“I have something to tell you,” I say, scratching at his neck.

He thrusts inside me and kisses me. “Can’t it wait?” he murmurs against my lips.

“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.

He draws back and stares at me. I can’t believe I just dropped it on him like that. He leans down and kisses my forehead.

“Should we, um, stop?”

“Oh, hell no.” I smack his ass. “What are you waiting for?”