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Prince Bright Guntithanon is betrothed to Dara Kittiyangkul. Well, sort of bethrothed. She has the option to dissolve the union. But Bright is handsome, char...
"You were supposed to help me with my tie," Bright complained.
"I did help. I took it off."
"You were supposed to help me put it on."
"I misunderstood," I shrugged. "Let me make it even." Without ceremony, I pull on the bow of my shiny color-block shirt, exposing a very small strip of skin on my chest.
But it's enough to make Bright's breath hitch. A sound that I was apparently hopelessly addicted to.
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"You like that?," I asked, playing coy. "What if I remove maybe two more buttons?"
"Metawin, baby, we need to get dressed."
"Do we? Wouldn't it be more fun to get undressed?"
"Meetings," was Bright's feeble response, I catch him caressing me with his gaze. And I don't understand how this man had the willpower for meetings while I was positively melting from his eyes alone. What iron willpower were in the genes of these Guntithanons and how do I turn it off?
"Come on babe, I'll drop you off your school," he says sweetly, caressing the palm of my hand.
"Fine," I say walking towards the small table in his room filled with coffee and bread. "Let me just finish my coffee."
I lift up my cup of leftover coffee and raise it to my lips then spill it down my shirt - accidentally! It was an accident I swear.
"Oh no," I say.
Bright rushes forward with concern. But the concern changes as I start unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off. I let if fall on the floor.
"What are you doing, Meta?"
"Go ahead. I need to get out of my clothes." I start to undo my belt.
"You're taking off your pants..."
"They're white. I'm pretty sure the coffee dripped down."
"It did not."
"Better safe than sorry," I say, pulling the belt off and dropping it on the floor.
"I can wait for you to dress up," the ever chivalrous prince offers.
Goddamn that self-control.
"You can go ahead. I plan to shower again."
He nods. I smirk.
I step closer and put his hands on my hips. "Can you help me before you go?"
"What do you need, babe?," he asks a little more breathily than usual. Good.
"Unzip my pants."
"Metawin," he groans. But it doesn't sound like annoyance. It sounds like a plea and it turns my knees weak.
"Help me out of my pants, Babe. Then you can go to your meetings if that's really want to do," I whisper in his ear, holding his hands in place on my hips.
Slowly, I let go of his hands and move my palms up his shoulders. I feel his hands move. One hand grips my waist steadily while the other expertly opens the top button of my pants. I cannot help it, I whimper - all bravado leaving my body.
"You are a nuisance Metawin," Bright says before dropping to his knees.
"What are you doing?," I ask, my turn to be surprised.
"Unzipping your pants like you requested," came my Prince's reply before he pulls my fly down with his teeth.
My body arches forward. So embarrassingly in need of Bright.
He lets my pants fall to the ground.
He looks up at me and I stare down into his hypnotically dark eyes.
He grabs more fabric with his teeth and starts pulling it aside.
My breath is ragged now.
I feel his big, rough tongue and I cry out his name.
He grins up at me. "Let's give you more reason to shower again."
