The smell of expensive leather permeates the limo, but underneath it, I can smell Leo. Not just his spicy cologne. I can smell him—hot, aroused male.

I want to find the places on his body where his scent is the strongest—the base of his throat, under his arms, between his legs, behind his knees. I want to inhale until my lungs feel like they’re going to burst. And then I want to kiss and bite and lick and suck until he’s sweating and groaning and coming.

I want to finish what we started in the maze.

The memory of his mouth on mine and his fingers inside me makes my stomach quiver and my pussy throb. I squeeze my thighs together and feel the slickness of my arousal.

My panties are soaked, and I’m worried a damp spot will be visible when I get out of the car. My dress is lined but I’m wet—really wet. Embarrassingly so. 

Uncomfortable, I shift on the black leather seat. The Bentley limo is sleeker and smaller than most limos. It’s more like an extended sedan, with a pair of forward- and backward-facing seats. Leo is sitting next to me, his ankle propped on his opposing knee.

After the driver confirmed my home address, Leo rolled up the privacy glass. I thought he might want to talk about what happened in the maze, before the head groundskeeper interrupted us, but Leo hasn’t said a word.

My apartment is in Albee, an older neighborhood on the eastern edge of Circo. The drive from Helios will take at least thirty-five minutes. That’s plenty of time to clear the air ... except I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what’s happening between me and Leo, and to be honest, I’m afraid to ask.

I don’t know what would be worse—hearing that he just wants a quick screw or that he wants something more. I can’t even imagine what more would look like. There’s no place for me in his life, just as there’s no place for him in my life.

He’s the future king of Alsania, and I’m a nobody—just a commoner who owns a flower shop. I don’t even know who my biological parents are. They could be anyone and anything—a Realtor or a rapist. Who knows?

I’m not exaggerating when I say that Leo could have any woman he wants. Yes, people think he’s cold and unapproachable—which isn’t even close to reality—but his money and his title would reel in even the most reluctant fish.

When it comes right down to it, Leo’s extraordinary, and I’m ordinary.

Our paths never would have crossed if not for my damaged liver. If I hadn’t cut my hand on a jagged piece of glass and suffered an allergic reaction to the antibiotics my doctor prescribed, I never would have met Leo. He would be nothing more than a man I occasionally saw on TV or read about online.

He would have remained His Royal Highness, Prince Leo of Alsania. He never would have become Leo, the man who saved my life ... the man who gave me the best orgasm of my life while I was touring a hedge maze. (I feel like the situation warrants a dirty joke—something about touring my hedge maze. Eh, maybe not.)

“What the hell?” Leo mutters, interrupting my musings. He’s looking out the tinted window beside him.

I stare through the darkened glass and recognize the shops that line my street. I hadn’t realized we were so close to our destination.

“Sir?” The driver’s voice floats through the intercom. “There seems to be some kind of commotion ahead.”

The limo jerks to a stop, and the seat belt engages across my torso. It’s so tight I feel like I’m in a straightjacket, so I unbuckle it.

I scoot closer to the window. Now I can see the line of cars ahead of us—a traffic jam in my quiet little neighborhood. That’s weird. I wonder what happened.

Leo presses the button for the privacy screen and lowers it a couple of inches. “Can you see what’s going on?”

The driver, a forty-something man with a bald head and a huge neck, looks over his shoulder. “It appears that several TV vans and paparazzi are congregated outside Miss Lulach’s building.”

“Fuck,” Leo swears viciously. “Someone must have leaked your identity to the media.”

It takes a few seconds for his words to make sense. When they do, my first impulse is to question his assumption. “You don’t know that. It could be a fire or something.”

He picks up his phone and taps the screen a couple of times before turning it so I can see it. He’s brought up Alsania’s biggest celebrity gossip website, and my passport photo is plastered across the page.

Ridiculously, my first thought is that I wish they’d used a different picture. The one I posted on my shop’s website is so much better. At least I’m smiling.

“Get us out of here, Roche,” Leo barks. “Quickly. Before they notice the car.”

His harsh tone startles me so much I jump. He places his hand on my knee, and I realize he’s trying to comfort me. 

“Yes, sir,” the driver replies.

As Leo raises the privacy screen, the limo lurches to the left before making a slow turn. We’re heading down a narrow alley. I hope it leads somewhere and is not just a dead end.

“What a fucking mess,” he hisses. “I was afraid this would happen.”

I glance toward Leo, and our gazes collide.

“Who do you think leaked my identity?” I ask.

“Probably someone at the hospital. That would be my guess.”

The limo stops abruptly, and I catapult forward. Leo throws his forearm in front of me to keep me from flying out of my seat. I can feel the heat of his body through my dress, searing my chest. 

“Put your seat belt back on,” he snaps before dropping his arm.

As I fumble with the seat belt, the limo accelerates rapidly. Roche is clearly following Leo’s directive to get us out of here quickly.

A sudden right turn sends me careening toward Leo. I catch myself by grabbing the dense muscle of his thigh with both hands.

“Goddammit, Tessa! I told you to put your seat belt back on!”

“I’m trying,” I snap, looking up at him. “And don’t swear at me!”

He makes a noise that sounds like a wolf snarling. Without warning, he grabs my shoulders and maneuvers me onto his lap with my thighs splayed over his and my knees bracketing his hips.

Palming my ass, he pulls me closer until his groin is snug against mine. He’s hard—extremely hard. I gasp, surprised by his erection. When did that happen?

He’s breathing hard, like he just finished running sprints. Reaching between us, he begins to undo the buttons that hold my bodice together. I watch his face, hoping he likes what he sees.

As far as body parts go, I think my breasts are my best feature. They’re a full B cup, not too big for my frame and not too small, and they’re still perky.

At the first sight of my breasts, Leo’s eyes darken and turn a little hazy. I’m wearing a sheer bra the color of champagne, and my nipples are visible under the delicate fabric.

He leans forward and places open-mouthed kisses on the exposed skin above my bra before swirling his tongue down my cleavage. His hot mouth makes me shiver and break into goose bumps.

He flicks open the front clasp of my bra and pulls the sheer cups away from my breasts. His breath hitches a little when they tumble out. I thread my fingers through the short hair above his nape and guide his head to my nipple.

As he wraps his lips around the hard peak, I close my eyes to focus on the pleasure sparking through my body. Using his tongue, he circles my nipple until it’s tight and swollen.

“Please,” I beg. “Suck me.”

He groans against my breast before sucking my nipple between his lips. Each tug of his mouth produces a corresponding tug between my legs. He bites down on my nipple, creating a tiny sting of pain that turns into one of pleasure.

“Oh, yeah,” I whisper.

He releases my nipple. “You like that?”

“Yes. Do it again.”

He licks and sucks my other nipple until it’s aching, and I’m rocking against his hard-on. When he finally bites down, harder this time, the sting is so delicious I can’t hold in my moan.

Slipping his hands under my dress, he traces the edge of my thigh-highs. As he moves inward, I hold my breath, waiting for him to... Ah, yes, that’s what I was waiting for... Two fingers fill my pussy while his thumb plays with my clit.

I’m so turned on it doesn’t take more than a few strokes for me to come. I cry out as my internal muscles ripple around his fingers. He pushes deep and stays there, letting me ride out my orgasm.

When it’s over, after the final pulse, he slowly removes his hand from between my legs. My ears are ringing, and my vision is a little blurry. 

I feel his hands moving under my dress, and I realize he’s opening his breeches. My senses return in a rush, and I hear the metallic hiss of his zipper.

As I push up on my knees, he lifts his hips and shoves down his breeches and underwear. When he drops back into the seat, I look down. I want to see his cock, but my dress hides it from my view.

I fight my way through the folds of material until I can reach the stretchy lace of my panties. I’m frantic now, beyond desperate to get his cock deep inside me, and I jerk the crotch of my panties out of the way.

With my other hand, I find Leo’s erection. As I squeeze my fingers around his thick shaft and trace the bumps and ridges encased in velvety-smooth skin, he groans deep in his throat. 

He feels huge and hot and deliciously hard in my palm. I haven’t had sex in nearly two years, and I can’t wait any longer. I have to have Leo—now.

After guiding his cock to the opening of my body, I grab his shoulders for balance. Under my dress, he curves his hands over my hips to hold me steady, and I lower myself over his erection. We both groan as the plump head of his cock slides into my pussy.

Leo is bigger than my previous lovers, and I’m swollen from my earlier orgasms, so I go easy instead of slamming myself down on him like I want to. His erection stretches me, almost to the point of pain, but I love it—love the feel of him.

I let out a shaky breath. I was a little worried about having sex after my transplant surgery. Thankfully, my pussy is the only part of me that’s aching right now.

Leo tightens his grip on my hips. “Good?” he asks, his voice so raw it sounds like he swallowed glass shards.

“Mmm. Yes. So good.”

I feel his cock twitch inside me, and that spurs me to move. Rocking my hips, I take him deeper and deeper. Each stroke teases my clit, and the burning ache in my pussy intensifies.

“Sir?” Roche’s voice booms from the intercom.

I freeze, hovering over Leo’s cock.

“Where would you like me to take you?” the driver asks.

My eyes lock on Leo’s. He looks drugged; his pupils have expanded so much they nearly eclipse the deep brown of his irises.

He clears his throat roughly. “Just drive around until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

The second the driver switches off the intercom, I sink down on Leo’s thick cock. The throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable. I increase my pace until I’m riding him hard and fast, my breasts bouncing inches away from his face.

Under my hands, Leo’s shoulders are tense. “I’m almost there, tesoro.” He groans harshly. “Are you?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Just a little more.”

He drops his hands to my butt and forces me down on his erection at the same time he lifts his hips. A choked sound of pleasure escapes from his mouth, and just like that, I’m coming.

Leo is coming too. With a harsh grunt, he pushes up into me. His cock jerks with his release as my pussy tightens around him.

Shuddering and shaking, I scream his name at the top of my lungs. I’m so loud the driver probably can hear me through the soundproof barrier.

I fall forward and tuck my face into the side of Leo’s neck. His scent surrounds me—a mix of musk, spice, and citrus. I inhale greedily before swiping my tongue across his bronze skin, which is flavored with the salt of his sweat.

“Leo,” I whisper, just because I like the way his name feels on my lips.

“Tessa,” he whispers in reply.

After a couple of minutes, he shifts his hips and slips his semi-hard cock from my body. Fluid dribbles out of me, and I scramble off his lap and into my own seat.

I’ve never had sex without a condom, and I’ve never had to deal with the messy aftermath. I’m disgusted with myself for being irresponsible and risking a potential pregnancy.

Leo was given a clean bill of health before the transplant. As long as he’s been safe since then, I don’t need to worry about any sexually transmitted infections or diseases. 

While he’s busy with his breeches and belt, I find a packet of wipes in my purse and discreetly clean up. I don’t know what to do with the soiled wipe, so I shove it in a zippered compartment in my purse. As I click my seat belt into place, I feel his gaze on me.

“I’m taking you back to Helios,” he says. “I want you to stay with me.”