Oliver
“Princess." My voice was gravelly with pent-up desire. “I want you more than I should."
“I want you, too."
“Your vow," I reminded. Though my body wanted me to leave the real Roman out of this equation, I'd become too infatuated with this woman to take advantage of her position. I'd even used the word love when speaking to the senator. It wasn't rehearsed. It just slipped out.
Exhaling, Lucille pulled back the blankets on the bed and untied the sash of her dressing gown. With her blue gaze transfixed on me, she pushed the dressing gown from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the carpet.
As she stood, I scanned from her flowing long hair to her mesmerizing stare, her kissable lips, and lower. Lace straps over her shoulders kept her long white satin nightgown in place. She w
