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Note This is an unedited scene
ADULT CONTENT
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We’d been warned. No one listened. No one believed it was possible.
It had not occurred in over two centuries. We had all fallen into a safe and
secure atmosphere. Last time Planet Green overshadowed our Moon during the day
was the Day of Destruction. Over one million people lost their lives. It took
almost three decades to recover. Our numbers had barely reached two million and
if the results were the same as last time . . .
Not a thought I would allow to come to life. I ruled over
the Timbers, a strong and solid race that survived off of happiness and
sunshine. There had to be a way for me to stop Planet Green from destroying us
again.
“Princess Jordan?”
“Yes.”
“You okay?”
I spun around and narrowed my eyes at Thomas, the one guy
who’d always stood beside me and my father. The one guy, I hoped to become my
Life Partner.
“Sorry, Princess. Stupid question.”
I sighed and waved him to my side. “It’s fine.”
Thomas stood less than an inch from my side, his hand
brushed against mine. Sparks zinged from his hand to mine. Another sign that
the two of us would be compatible. The mere idea pleased me. Thomas was a
caring and devoted man. Question was, had I wanted to long to announce my
intention to him. There was a chance that he would die trying to save me or
others under me.
“Princess Jordan . . .”
“Thomas, please call me Jordan.”
“You know I can not.”
“You can if I say so.”
“No. Our way of life is there is no first name basis until
the woman announces her intention.”
Hadn’t I just done so? Why else would I have told him to
call me by my given name? He knew this as much as I did. The initiating announcement
of intention is done in private by the Princess. Not in open public. It was to
eliminate the risk of embarrassment incase the chosen male refuses the request.
It rarely happened, but . . . Life just showed that unexpected does happen.
“Thomas . . . I think you are missing the point of my
request.”
Thomas’s wrinkled forehead as his baby blue eyes lowered in
deep thought had me reaching up and smoothing them out.
“Prince Jordan,” Thomas took a step back, but stopped before
his first foot hit the sparkling yellow gazebo floor. “You are . . . Oh . . . “His
eyes widened and he closed the mere inches between us and cupped the back of my
head, tugging me to his lips, answering my request loud and clear. More than. A
mere simple kiss is what most women received, but not me. I got a full blown
deep, passionate invasion, with tongue and all. I could not help it, my knees
buckled and he tugged me closer to him.
“Uh . . . Daughter.”
Thomas abruptly pulled away and put some space between us.
“Daddy,” I grinned over at him, laughing at the shocked
expression he wore.
“Thomas, care to explain.”
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