The Pilot's Prince by Merry Farmer

Author:Merry Farmer [Farmer, Merry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-16T05:00:00+00:00

Gloria awoke after a short snooze to the sound of a cell phone ringing somewhere on the floor beside the bed. At first, she thought it was a large, angry bee. She was too blissed out and her body felt too much like it’d been poured into bed for her to give it a second thought, though. Mack was a dream between the sheets. He’d given her every pleasure she could possibly have wanted, and the longer she could stay snuggled against his side, the better. He was just as fit as she’d remembered him to be when he rescued her, and he had nothing to be ashamed about in the manly department.

She was just beginning to contemplate asking how many condoms were in the bedside table when the phone buzzed again. This time, Mack stirred, growled, and shifted to hang off the side of the bed long enough to grab the phone.

“Yeah?” he said, his voice groggy, as he held the phone to his ear. There was a pause before he let out a long, irritated sigh. “Can’t it wait?” Another pause, then, “It really doesn’t seem important for me to—” He went quiet again before his jaw clenched. He rubbed a hand over his eyes. “All right, but we’re clear on the other side of the island, at the lighthouse. It’ll take about an hour to get back. Yeah. Yeah. Goodbye.”

He touched his phone’s screen, then put it aside before turning to her. In spite of the aggravation of his call, he smiled at her. “You look amazing.”

Gloria chuckled. “I look like I’ve had a tumble.”

His grin widened. “Exactly.”

Her laughter grew, and she rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before sighing and sitting up. The sheets pooled around her waist, and his gaze shot straight to her breasts. Which she kind of liked. “I guess whatever that is means the dream is over for the time being.”

“I wish it didn’t have to be,” he said, curving a hand around one of her breasts. Shoots of pleasure zipped through her, coalescing in her core and making her hate whoever had just called Mack. “But yeah, apparently I’m needed back at the palace.”

“Are you sure?” She rested a hand on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

“Wedding stuff,” he grumbled, then sat up with her. “Some sort of interview or press thing.”

“Too bad,” she sighed.

They managed to climb out of bed, although not without a lot more kissing and touching. There was a moment when Gloria was certain they’d change their minds and go back for a second round of hide the sausage, but in the end, Mack proved himself to be as responsible as she knew he was. They took turns tidying up in the lighthouse’s small bathroom, made the bed—although Mack hinted that he’d have someone come in to change the sheets soon—and made their way back to his car to head home to Solrighavn.

Home. Again, Gloria was filled with the deep sense that Aegiria could be home.

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