All Chapters of The Royal's Baby Proposal: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The poking and prodding of a thorough exam are not what’s frustrating the hell out of me. Especially given that it’s so crucial Dr. Shaw be absolutely thorough.What’s got me on pins and needles is that she’s not the type of physician who nods her head (or shakes it) and mumbles, “Mm-hmm… all right, then… okay, good…” (or “not so good”). She doesn’t utter a word or give anything away. At all.So I’m hanging by my nails trying to remain calm, which is actually not working, because I can see my vitals on the monitor, and my blood pressure and my pulse are inching upward. Exponentially.Lavinia, the PA, is with us and she’s the one who’s delivering encouraging words to me in her comforting voice and assuring me, “Just a few minutes more, Bailey.”She’s also the one who’s blotting the stream of tears running down my cheeks.“Just breathe,” she quietly says.I also feel there’s a “these things happen” on the tip of her tongue, but she quashes it. She’s gotten to know me pretty well and und

“Ah, the carte blanche…” I take it for what it is. Moisten my palm once more and envelope his tip with it, sort of massaging, kneading, with some pressure.I also grip his base more firmly.Then I work him fully with my hand, covering the tip when I reach it, squeezing at the root when I’m down there.His body is rigid, his thigh muscles and abs flexing. His bulging biceps twitch, and I sense he’s fighting the urge to clasp my upper arms and haul me up his body so that I’ll sweep aside the satin entwined around my legs and straddle his lap, allowing him to thrust up into me.Naturally, that is precisely what I want.But we both remain steadfast with our conviction.I, however, amp the excitement.I run my tongue along his shaft. Then close my mouth around him.I very languidly take him deep. As deep as I can. Then release him.Now, his jaw clenches. So too do my inner walls, craving to be stretched and stroked by him.I stay the course. Take him in once more. And suck. Hard.“Jesus, B

I do, however, feel more than a twinge of regret and sadness when he leaves me.I try to convince myself not to be affected by this pattern.But one day, I stand out on the event deck before we open for lunch, and I’m just sort of… Dazed.The sensation is a strange one.I’m a little anxious, because it’s been nearly two weeks since Nick has swooped in to immediately take me home, to bed.I have the insistent urge to tap my toe while the thought where is he? skips through my brain.I mean, I know where he is. If he’s not calling, he’s texting and keeping me abreast of his further developing position on the throne. Only, he’s not actually sitting—he’s on the move, quite a bit. He’s interviewed a few medical specialists and has flown them in to provide additional aid to his father, whose prognosis doesn’t change, but he’s apparently experiencing more prolonged periods of lucidity and cognizance, even following along a bit better when Nick gives him updates, or just reads to him.I can te

~ NICK ~“Are you spooked by your second trimester?” I murmur. “Are you worried about something specific?”Her eyes lock with mine. They’re misty and shimmery. Mesmerizing. I see so much emotion in them. As usual.Although… Perhaps I’m getting a glimpse at something even more profound.She does have a concern on her mind, brewing within her.One that has hurled her into this space where she has traveled out of her “world” to get to mine. To get to me.So, of course… I’m on edge.I cup her cheeks. “Bailey. Don’t leave me in suspense for a second longer. You know I’ll spin out of—”“I promise—completely promise—there is no medical emergency,” she reiterates. And gasps for a breath. Then she shakes her head again. “I hate that I’m terrifying you. I’m so sorry. That’s not the intent.”“If Dr. Shaw insists everything’s fine, physically, I accept that. So there’s another issue. Tell me what it is.”I attempt to guide her to a sofa on the mezzanine, but she’s not inclined to budge.“Nick.”S

~ BAILEY ~He chuckles again, his breath blowing against my damp skin, which he keeps kissing. I grip his biceps. Writhe beneath him. Restlessly. Also…tauntingly.“You do understand that’s only going to turn me on more.”“Oh…do we have a problem with that?” I politely inquire.“Such the smartass,” he retorts.“I prefer spunky.”“Whatever you want, babe…” He kisses his way down to my collarbone.“You’re certainly headed in the right direction,” I assure him.“Well, there’s ample bounty here.”“Aren’t you the comedian today?”His tongue flits over the top of one breast and it is literally all I can do not to immediately urge him lower. My breasts ache for him. My nipples are puckered and tingling.But Nick sets his own pace. Usually a fervent one. However, he’s really taken to this more languid style he’s adopted of late and it’s so titillating, I can’t be bothered to make him hurry things along.In fact, I systemically categorize all the zings, in their various capacities. My blood is