Never in her life had she felt that.Veronica had never orgasmed like that—her pussy pulsed and throbbed for more. Her sweet warmth had tried to wrap around his hand, swallowing him further—it was amazing. And she knew, she wanted more.

He gently let her go—as he took a hesitant step back, letting her take a breath against the wall. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the screen.

His green eyes looked to her apologetically, "Sorry—gotta take this." She nodded.

He doesn't have to be sorry about anything.

Her body buzzed, it was electric. She was high—and she might be addicted to this man's touch.

Adrian pressed the phone to his ear—a stern voice floated through—but, Veronica could not make out the words.

"Look—I was on my way..." Adrian looked annoyed. But, the voice cut him off.

Veronica watched as Adrian's face fell from annoyance to a bit of shock and worry.

"Wait—when, but who said that?" he ran a hand through his sweaty blonde hair.

Did she make him sweat or was it the heat of the moment?

He groaned suddenly, his hands balled into fists. Suddenly, the voice asked him a question and Adrian looked around, hesitant.

"I'm uh—in the market—shopping around," his eyes fell onto Veronica's—she showed a small smile. He didn't have a problem boasting about his other ladies—why was he hesitant to talk about her.

Not that Veronica wanted that information out there—heaven forbid her fiance find out. Guilt struck her—what did she just do? Her body immediately shut down—she felt a wave of embarrassment. She had just given in so easily to Adrian—it was like his touch melted her.

Adrian began to pace, as he listened to the voice, "Yes—I understand, yes—I said yes—I won't do it again." His eyes looked to her briefly, but then looked away. He slid his phone off and jammed it into his pocket. He stood there for a moment, not looking at her.

He coughed as if trying to find the words, she felt the unspoken thing between them. She felt like she knew what he was going to say.

This can't happen again.

And, she knew it was right—he was a prince looking for a royal bride, and she was—well, she was literally the help about to be married and live across the world.

He finally looked up at her, his face like stone, "One of my brothers has announced his candidacy for the throne—which they're considering."

Veronica's breath left her for a moment, Adrian's right to the heir was at risk—and here she was only thinking about her own desires, "I'm sorry—" was the only words she could say. He held up a hand, as if he didn't want to hear her voice.

"It's my fault—I've been neglecting my duties," then he gulped and he stared into her eyes, they twinkled, "I have to go back and perform those duties—I have to finish what I came here to do it—all of it."

His eyes looked sad, his eyebrows furrowed and his tone suggested something at her. That he was going to do everything now in his power to ensure his throne—everything.

She felt the heat hit her cheeks—she'd been an idiot. She had been instantly persuaded by his touch—by the way he handled the repo man, and the way he cared for her, protecting her. She could practically feel her panties melt off—she had wanted him to take her right then and there. She had completely broken—and never had she done there before. She reached for him by instinct—because for some reason, her body told her that he wanted her, and she could satisfy him.

I'm an idiot.

She looked down, "Of course, sir."

He looked away, extending an arm to lead her back to the crowds, "I said you could call me Adrian."

She shook her head, "No sir, that's not a good idea."

She heard him exhale, and then she walked forward and ahead of him out to the crowds.

They walked in complete silence and arms distance away through the market. As if he hadn't just finger fucked her to orgasm in the back alley.

When they approached the restaurant near the shore—they had shaken off their hot blushed cheeks and smell of sweat.

"Adrian!"

Veronica looked up to see the group of women waving at him from within the restaurant. It was her favorite restaurant here—it was completely open, with light tents above as it looked out over the ocean. They had the best shrimp tacos around.

The women scrambled from the table—fawning over to him, trying to steer him to each of the seats, hoping he will sit beside him. It was quite a flurry really-the dozen of hands pulling him to sit down. He looked overwhelmed and embarrassed this time, as opposed to his flirtation on the ship. His eyes looked to hers for a moment, and then Veronica looked away, walking back towards the boat.

She barely made it a few feet when a voice called her.

She turned to see Megan—tied up in a black suit, even in this weather—she felt the tablet tightly in her hand.

"Can I speak with you?" Megan gestured towards the shore.

Veronica nodded numbly—she took one look at Adrian, whose eyes were on her and Megan—his brows knit together.

Megan grabbed Veronica by the arm—in what would have been a friendly embrace if Megan wasn't so strong. Megan led her down the rocky roads down towards the beach.

Veronica felt her nerves spinning—what was she going to be told? Was she going to be threatened, would they make her sign a contract about visits, or worse-would they find a way to inform Brian about what happened, leaving her destitute?

Megan let her go when they were out of the restaurant's view. But, they continued walking.

"The prince is not normally like this—" Megan began.

Veronica was surprised that Megan's tone was soft and nice.

"Normally like what?" Veronica covered her bare arms—she felt a bit empty after the warmth of Adrian around her.

Megan sighed, "I've practically been there his whole life—gone through everything with him—he's a good man and he has his flaws, but who doesn't?"

This conversation was surprisingly kind, it was not what she expected from this woman.

Finally, Megan turned to her, stopping Veronica in her tracks, "Adrian needs his throne—it's the only thing he has left, the only thing that really belongs to him—"

Veronica nodded, she knew that's why he was here finding a bride—even though the feeling brought a pang of jealousy.

But Megan held up a hand, "He will be a good king—and good for the country too—so he needs to get this right."

Veronica's mouth dropped open and realization sunk in. Veronica felt it now—she felt like she was blind. She knew what Veronica was going to ask her—and she wondered why she hadn't seen it before. Veronica had been blind to her attraction to Adrian—and she'd been blind to his attraction to her. But, now—that was all too late.

Megan stared into her eyes with a hard stare, "Don't make this any more difficult for him—a prince cannot afford love like this—and for the sake of an entire country, stop now."

Veronica felt the punch to her gut.