The Billionaire Prince and His Secretary

Chapter 11

Ember POV

“John!” I cried out as I reached another climax.

John and I were early risers, and even though we slept late the previous night, our morning wake-up time wasn’t affected. We were in the palace even before the bride had woken up. Then again, I was not sure if she would still be sleeping; I had been moaning and screaming inside John’s bathroom. I was sure I had woken up the whole palace.

John’s bathroom was enormous. He had his own sauna, where we were at that moment. I was on his lap, riding him to my heart’s content.

“I didn’t know you could be this wild, Ember,” John growled as his hands roamed around my back, stopping them at my butt to squeeze roughly. “f**k, love, what are you doing to me?”

It was then his turn to reach his climax. I stopped moving back and forth as John trembled, slamming his c**k inside me, holding me tight as he pumped his seeds inside me. “Oh, Ember,” he whispered when he stopped moving.

My head rested on the curve of his neck as I tried to catch my breath. I could still feel John’s c**k pulsing inside me. Squeezing my vaginal muscles, I knew I wanted more, but we had to make a move if we ever wanted to attend Alya’s wedding.

“You’re such a big tease, my little temptress. I can not get enough of you,” John murmured, as he shifted, cupping my face and passionately kissing my awaiting lips. He lifted me, with his member still inside me, and carried me to his shower. His c**k slipped out of me when he slowly placed me down. I didn’t mean to, but a whimper left my lips as I had held on to him, my knees still trembling with weakness. “My goodness, Ember.” He was probably thinking how lustful I was. Well, I couldn’t deny it. I had not had s*x for years.

“I won’t apologize for what you heard,” I said softly, smiling.

“Well, you can have all of me after the wedding,” he replied. “Don’t hold back.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t,” I answered. At that moment, I was living in a blissful world, where I almost forgot that we didn’t use any protection. I panicked because I was not even on the pill. I was about to remind John, when he locked our lips again, making me melt in his arms yet again. There I was, like that fish with short-term memory, forgetting what I was about to say.

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As I dressed, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today would be a big day, not just because of Alya's wedding, but because of the new step John and I had taken in our relationship.

With the help of a few palace staff, I was dressed and fully made up in record time. For a short period, I felt like a princess and was walking in a dream as John led me to a room where the pre-wedding photoshoot was about to take place. The grandeur of the palace, its timeless elegance, and the history that echoed through its halls made my heart race. For a short time, I lived in the palace, and I was grateful for that opportunity. However, this was something else. It felt surreal to be part of such a significant event, to be right in the middle of where the real action took place.

The room was bustling with activity. Photographers and assistants moved around, adjusting lights and arranging props. Alya stood in the center, radiant in her wedding gown, surrounded by her family. Her face lifted up when she saw me.

“Ember!” she exclaimed, rushing over to give me a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“You should be careful! Remember, you’re pregnant!” I quietly reprimanded the princess. I then smiled at her. “You look so beautiful!” I gushed.

“Thank you! And so do you! I’m not sure, but there is a certain glow to you. I love it! Whatever you are having, get some more. Who knows, my brother might finally notice you and fall in love with you.” She winked, while I almost choked at her words. I was sure my face was bright red from embarrassment. John pretended to cough beside me. If she only knew it was her brother who had given me the glow she was talking about. Alya then laughed me off. “I want the photographer to take some pictures of us together.” She turned to the photographer and made the request. “Can we get some photos of me and Ember? And then with the family?”

I protested immediately. “Alya, this is a family affair. I don’t want to intrude.”

She waved off my concerns with a smile. “Nonsense. You’re practically family. Besides, these are for my personal album.”

John squeezed my hand reassuringly. “Just go with it, Ember. It’s important to her. And I’m sure there will be another photoshoot later with Leo, so don’t fret about it.”

Reluctantly, I agreed. The photographer directed us, and soon I found myself standing next to Alya, both of us smiling for the camera. After a few shots, the rest of the family joined us, and I was included in a few of the group photos. I felt a mix of anxiety and honor; I didn’t want to be remembered as just some woman who was involved with John. However, Alya’s insistence made it clear that, at least to her, I was more than that. I guess she really considered me a friend when I became her temporary secretary years ago.

When the official photos were done, John pulled me aside for some pictures of just the two of us. The photographer directed us to pose in various ways, and John’s hand on my waist felt both comforting and exhilarating.

As the shoot wrapped up, John turned to me with a soft smile. “You did great.”

“I was terrified,” I admitted with a laugh.

“You didn’t show it,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “What if I told you I want photos of us naked?” John murmured when there was no one left in the room.

“John!” With my eyes wide, I smacked his arm. “No! What if those photos got leaked? I would never be able to leave my apartment! My parents would surely be embarrassed of me. I am sure they would abandon me!”

“Hey, love. Relax. No photos of us naked then.” He took my hand as he guided me out of the room. “Only paintings of us naked.” He then laughed as if it was funny. I frowned, but he only smiled at me. “Come on now, we need to head to the church.”