Marrying for King's Millions / The Spanish Aristocrat's Woman: Marrying for King's Millions. Maureen Child
impossibly lazy. Her body ached in a very good way and just for a second or two, she stretched on the bed and let herself remember the night before.
Lying in Travis’s arms. Feeling the magic that sprung up between them when they touched. Experiencing the incredible sensations caused when their bodies joined. And just for that second or two, she allowed herself to pretend that this marriage was real. That they’d really found something amazing together.
But in the next moment, that illusion was shattered.
“I don’t believe this!” Travis’s outraged shout carried from the next room.
She bolted up in the oversized bed in his room and scrambled off the mattress. Naked, she stood there for a second, wishing she had her robe. Then she shrugged and dragged a sheet they’d yanked loose during the night around her body. Tripping on the edges of it as she went, Julie stumbled into the main room.
Travis was still as a statue, standing in a wide splash of sunlight pouring through the open French doors. A room service cart loaded down with coffee, fresh fruits and an assortment of breakfast pastries stood unnoticed beside him. He held a newspaper and his features were filled with fury as he stared at the front page.
“Travis?”
His gaze snapped to hers and she watched as the anger in his eyes shifted to a different, much harder to read emotion. “We’ve got a situation.”
“Yeah, I heard,” she said, tugging the sheet out of her way as she walked toward him. “What’s wrong?”
“What isn’t?” When she was close enough, he turned the paper toward her.
“Oh, my G—” With her free hand, she snatched at the newspaper and tilted it so that the black-and-white picture taking up most of the front page was in the sunlight. But she hadn’t really needed clarification.
The headline was large and black. King and His New Queen. She winced at that and wondered idly if that would be her new nickname in the press. But when she glanced farther down and took in the picture below the headline, the title Queen was the least of her worries.
The photograph was crystal clear and so detailed, the photographer might as well have been in the room with them. Or rather, on the terrace.
There she and Travis were, captured in the moment when desire had leaped up between them. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy as his hands cupped her breasts and his mouth was at her throat.
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