“Hm. I think I can cope.” I leaned forward to bring my lips back to his, but the car stopped and I realized we were at the hotel. “Can you behave yourself until we make it to our room?”
His eyes ran down my face and along my cleavage. “I can make it to the elevator, but no promises past that.”
I felt my lips pull up in a grin. “I like it when you’re naughty, Prince Yummy.”
“Hold on to your tiara, Duchess.”
The end.