For Duty's Sake. Lucy Monroe

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      “No.” He surged up from his desk, realizing that perhaps now was not the time to intimidate with that barrier between them.

      “I have only one request.”

      He halted on his way around the desk. “What is it?”

      “I want one night in your bed, the wedding night I will not now have.”

      If she had shocked him with her threat to break their agreement, this request practically had him catatonic. What in blue blazes was she thinking?

      “Why?” he ground out while trying to somehow make sense of his prim and proper princess-to-be offering him, no, demanding from him, something that should not be indulged in until after their marriage.

      The next heir could not be conceived under a cloud.

      “I want you to be my first.”

      Well, naturally. “But you do not wish to marry me.”

      Did she truly believe there was any sense, even the smallest modicum of logic in such a scenario?

      “Did you want to marry Elsa Bosch?”

      He’d indulged in fantasies at one time. He’d believed himself in love. More fool him. But even then he’d known it was pure fantasy to even consider such a thing. He’d soon realized that more than her career made her the wrong choice as future queen of Zohra.

      Even in his most youthful exuberance of untried emotion, he had not been a fool. “It was not a consideration.”

      “But you had sex with her.” The blunt words falling from Angele’s usually prim mouth added to his sense of falling down the rabbit hole.

      It was time to put a stop to this conversation. “That is not something I will discuss with you.”

      “I’m not asking you to—I’m simply making an observation.”

      “This entire conversation is insane.”

      “No, what is insane is two people prepared to marry for the sake of nothing but family obligation in the twenty-first century.”

      Her American upbringing had much to answer for.

      “I will one day be king. The woman who rules Zohra by my side must be a suitable match.” Angele knew this. He should not have to repeat it for her. “Love has nothing to do with the obligations you and I must uphold.”

      “You say it like it’s a dirty word.”

      It was his turn to shrug. In his life? That particular emotion had caused more pain than pleasure.

      “Your brothers have both found love.”

      “They do not have the responsibilities of the crown to uphold.” And neither man had had a particularly smooth road to true love, either.

      Zahir had no desire to follow in their footsteps in that regard. He had enough of his own challenges in life to face as ultimate leader and servant to his people.

      “Your father doesn’t wear a crown.”

      “Don’t play semantics with me—this is too important.” He could not believe she was saying these things. “I believed you understood the importance of your obligations.”

      “My greatest obligation is to myself. I know you don’t see it that way.” She quoted an Arabic proverb he often used that was strangely apt to their situation. “I’m not that person. I don’t believe countries will topple if their leaders seek personal happiness in a manner of integrity.”

      “What is honorable about breaking our engagement?”

      “We aren’t engaged.” “As good as.”

      “Really? You truly believe that?” she asked as if his answer carried great import.

      “Yes.”

      Unutterable sadness came over her features and the light in her eyes dimmed. “I’m sorry.”

      “You will give up this idea of backing away from our wedding?”

      “No.” Her voice was laced with determination, but there was a flicker of fear in her expression.

      And suddenly, he thought he understood. Things that made no sense began to fall into a picture he could comprehend. She was concerned about their compatibility in the bedroom. As well she might be.

      In one respect, she was spot-on. They were not a nineteenth-century couple where the bride and groom had been expected to go to the marriage bed untouched. Or, at the very least, the bride.

      She’d spent her life in the United States, surrounded by a culture that had demystified sex and frequently glorified it. He had never made improper advances because, despite his claim, they were not actually engaged.

      At first, Angele had been too young, and later he’d had his liaison with Elsa. A relationship doomed from the beginning, but one that allowed him to come as close to escaping the stranglehold of his everyday responsibilities as he ever would, if only for the brief moments they’d had together.

      He had foolishly allowed his emotions to get involved. So, when he’d discovered he was not her only lover, he had been hurt. And he was still angry with himself for being that vulnerable.

      In the midst of his own self-allowed turmoil and the growing crush of his responsibilities without outlet, he had neglected to notice the impatient discontent in the woman he was slated to marry. Yet another casualty to the folly of allowing emotions to reign in one’s life.

      Angele shook her head and glared at him. “Stop it.”

      “Stop what exactly?”

      “Thinking so hard. I just know you’re trying to figure out a way to guilt me into maintaining the status quo. And that is not going to happen.”

      “No, I can see it is not.” Angele needed reassurance that their marriage would not be devoid of passion.

      Something he had done nothing to convince her of in the intervening years since the original contract was negotiated. Considering how his member stirred in his trousers at the sight of her in the sexy dress, he knew he would have no problem reassuring her now, however.

      “You want to have sex with me.”

      She flinched, but squared her shoulders and nodded. “I’m offering you your freedom. I do not think a single night of lovemaking too high a price to pay for that.”

      The words were just noise to cover her sexual fears and insecurities. He understood that, but one thing stood clear. She considered a night in his bed a gift.

      He looked deep into her eyes and made another realization—one that both inexplicably pleased him and stirred pity in his heart. “You are in love with me.”

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