FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE CURSED PRINCE
Chapter Eleven
Yeah, right. Kira gritted her teeth. What she wouldn't give to tell Nanette that Smenkare was her sex slave and that he had fucked her sideways on the bathroom floor this morning and that he was required to do anything she asked—including bitch-slapping nosy fake-blonde receptionists.
"Kira does not have to lie to impress me," said Smenkare in a soft voice. "I do not like her because of what she does at work." He threaded his fingers through Kira's and kissed the tips. His gaze heated her to the core.
"We ran out of condoms this morning," he whispered a little too loudly as he nuzzled her neck. "We should buy a bigger box, my love."
"Who knew we could go through a six-pack in one night?" Kira smiled at Nanette, whose look of surprise was interrupted by a flash of envy. She kissed Smenkare on the cheek. "Wait for me by the elevators, okay?"
