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 ...