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"I know it's not. But I'm willing to fight for you. And I'll win."

"And what are you going to do with me? Once you have me?" she asked, sounding breathless.

"I'm going to eventually marry you," I repeated.

Her eyes shot wide and those pretty lips parted in shock.

"But first, I'm going to show you just how much I want you. How badly I need you by my side." I leaned down and kissed her, groaning when she opened up for me and allowed me to deepen the kiss. My tongue swept inside her mouth, tasting her, reminding myself of what I'd been missing these last two weeks. What I wanted to spend the rest of my life enjoying.

"We should go," she said, panting. Her hands were fisted in my shirt and she was leaning against me as though she didn't have the energy to hold herself up. I knew the feeling.

"Yeah," I agreed, but neither of us moved.

"I love you," she blurted out, then slapped a hand over her mouth as she started to back away from me.

My lips curved into a grin as I reached up and pulled her hand away from her lips, pulling her back toward me. "I love you, too, Duchess. I'm not going to officially ask you to marry me in a fucking bathroom, with no ring, so you're just going to have to wait for that."

"Okay," she whispered.

"But I am going to ask you one question."

"What?" She looked nervous now, like she was waiting for me to say something that would ruin everything.

"Will you run away with me?"

Her face broke out into a smile. "Yes. Yes!" She threw herself at me and I caught her, kissing the hell out of her. "But, only if you promise not to ruin my country."

"Only if I have to." As much as I knew we needed to leave, I needed this more. I used my fingers to pull the tiny strap off first one shoulder, then the other. I wanted to fuck her in this green dress, but she was going to need to wear it out of here and I didn't want her to be embarrassed by whatever state it would be in after I finished with her. It was the same reason I wasn't ripping it off her like it was made of tissue paper.

I slid my hands down over her hips and tugged at the material until it was bunched around her waist. Her panties were lace and so thin they were see through. My fingers found their way under them and into the folds of her pussy. "Are you going to let me fuck you here?" I asked, nipping at her ear.

She moaned, and I stepped back far enough that her dress dropped from where it had been caught on her tits. I grabbed it at her waist and held onto her arm to steady her. "Step out of it."

She complied and I hung it over one of the stall doors. This wasn't exactly the best place for this, but there was no way I was waiting. She was standing in front of me in only her lacy panties and it killed any self-control I might have had.

CHAPTER 33

Eva

Ididn't care that we were in a bathroom. It was at least one of those fancy bathrooms, with an outer room that had a few small couches and loveseats. Not that it made it any better, but I'd missed him. And I needed to feel his strong arms wrapped around me. His mouth on me.

His hands went to my ass and he lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around his waist as he walked toward the section of the bathroom with the couches. He sat down with me straddling him. My pussy rubbed against his hard length and I moaned. A little scrap of lace and his pants were the only thing keeping us apart.

"You're going to have to keep quiet," Idaho warned me, then kissed me again.

I didn't care if we were caught. This was my life now. I was going to be with Idaho no matter what anyone else said. He wanted me and I was going to be his wife one day. My father was just going to have to accept that fact. Knowing that Idaho had set in motion some plan to get me back made me giddy. He said he loved me. He wanted to marry me. All my fantasies, all my dreams were coming true.

Idaho's fingers slid under the waistband of my panties and he pulled at them until they ripped away from my body. I gasped as he tossed them aside, then reached between us and unfastened his pants. He shoved them and his boxer briefs down until he was as bare as I was from the waist down. He pulled me closer, wrapping his lips around my nipple.

I groaned, my head falling back, then gasped as his fingers found my core. He rubbed at my clit, making me squirm on his lap. His teeth bit into the tender flesh of my breast as he pushed two fingers inside me. My pussy clenched around him, wanting more, needing to be filled by him. It had been too long since the last time we made love and my body was desperate for it. For him.

"Fuck," he muttered against my skin. "You're so fucking wet."

"For you," I told him, panting.

He lifted his head and kissed me again. His mouth was hot and demanding. I loved it when he got like this with me. When he couldn't control himself any longer and just took what he wanted from me. I gave it willingly, knowing that he would give me everything I needed in return.

He pulled his hand away from my pussy and grabbed my hips, lifting me up so that the tip of his cock brushed against my entrance. He held me there, teasing us both as I tried to wiggle down on top of him. "As much as I want to take more time with you, Duchess, I can't. I don't want anyone else seeing you like this. So if we're caught I'll have to fucking kill whoever walks through that door. Which means you're going to get a hard, fast fucking, because I can't wait until we get home to feel that pussy clenching around my dick."