Reagan POV
I had tried to keep as much space between myself and Jocelyn’s roaming hands as I could, but it was no use. My large form had been trapped between the dainty woman and the arm of the sofa we were sitting on.
It was a Saturday night and the bar was busy. The last thing I needed was for any of my subjects to witness their future king being felt up by one of his horny mates. Her brazen efforts of seduction were not suitable for the prying eyes of the kingdom’s residents. She was embarrassing herself and me.
Her eyes kept flicking between her impressive breasts and my face as she thrust her chest out in my direction. I started to fear that she was going to take them out and offer herself to me, right here and now.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink.” I suggested, trying to p
