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“Don’t you want that?”
I do. By all the gods, I do.
“I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you.”
“Why would I think that?”
“Because I’m a prince.”
“What difference does that make? You said you don’t care about status and wish you weren’t a prince.”
She has an excellent memory, which means I won’t do well at winning arguments when we’re an old married couple.
“I don’t want you to think I’m using my status as a prince to coerce you into bed.”
“Oh, there’s no coercion, sir.”
I run my hand under the hem of her crop top, and she settles in closer to me. When I grab a handful of her tit, she squeaks in distress, and I immediately let go.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She winces. “No, just a tiny sunburn. I didn’t notice it before.”
I nod solemnly and kiss her nose. “Better put something on that.”
She nods. “I have something.” She moves to hop off the countertop, but I insist on setting her down gently on her feet.
I follow her like a puppy to the bathroom, where she rifles through her toiletry bag.
Through the bathroom door, she says, “No offense, but I probably don’t want to sit by the fire tonight. My chest is a little hot, and sitting by the campfire tonight probably won’t feel good.”
“You’re right about that. May I have a look?”
She pushes open the bathroom door with her back to me. Lifting the hem of her crop top to reveal the expanse of her back, the skin there is pink enough that it will blister and peel eventually. It’s nothing serious, but I hate that she feels any pain.
“Here,” she says, holding out the bottle of aloe and looking up at me with big eyes. “Could you rub this on my back?”
As if she has to ask.
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Stasi
I’m really not trying to taunt him or tempt him.
I’m really not.
I need help with the aloe. That’s all.
Peeling off my crop top, I stand with my back facing him, clutching the top across my bare breasts.
His thick, rough fingers smooth the cold gel over the skin of my back, and I can feel the medicine drawing the heat out of me already.
I let out a shuddering sigh.
“Thank you.”
He grunts his signature grunt. “Not done yet.”
