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Selfish Player
“My husband, the Crown Prince of Maren, is a selfish man.” Lianne traced an idle finger over Alan’s sweaty chest as they sprawled on silk sheets in her bedchamber. As she scrawled figures over the ridges and valleys of his bare ribs, she remembered summer days at Pirate’s Swoop when she had pouted to him about her siblings hogging toys in the nursery. "He doesn’t like to share his toys—to share me—with anyone.”
“You aren’t a toy.” Alan’s gaze was lion-fierce.
“I’m not?” Lianne’s lips teased his. “But I thought I was so fun to play with…”