The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

“I would, but I can’t. Mira is waiting for me in London. I
have a flight to catch and Addie is driving me to the airport.”
He slung an arm around me and pulled me closer.
“Right. My brother mentioned he was meeting with you
over there,” Prince Elias said, his gaze sliding over to me. He
lifted the basket. “Thank you for bringing the basket on
time.”
“You’re welcome. Same time tomorrow.” I smiled and
pinched Etienne in the back so he could speed this up.
“Will you be here all summer?” Etienne asked.
“I’ll be here a while. Traveling in and out, but I plan on
getting a lot of rest while I’m here.”
“Right. You should get as much of that as you can.”
Etienne lowered his voice. “My thoughts are with all of you.”
I bit my lip. I knew they were talking about the king’s
declining health and I really had nothing to add in this
scenario. I was the daughter of a man who was completely
opposed to all things in the monarchy, especially the way the
king and his family ran things. They were traditionalists in
every sense of the word. Had it not been for the pushback
that happened when my father was growing up, a movement
he had a lot to do with, from which the cabinet was born, the
king would still be the sole leader of France. So, I had no
room to speak when it came to this. Instead, I focused on
looking at him while he was speaking to Etienne. He really
was so incredibly good-looking. And tall. And fit. He was
wearing khaki pants and a white short-sleeve button-down
that framed his toned physique perfectly. He had a
swimmer’s body. A surfer’s. With broad shoulders and
muscled arms that weren’t bulging, but just right. My
assistant, Joss, was all about body-building-type bodies. I
preferred Prince Elias’s body though. And his lips. On mine.
Making their way down my body. Between my legs. I forced