Chapter 192: A gathering of the organization.
The news of the search for gold on the Thorin estate was reported in the news the following day. The daily paper called it a search for fool’s gold. A big picture of the prime minister’s face covered half of the front page.
Sigrid was reading the paper, or trying to read it but she could hardly concentrate because Roland had skipped morning court for morning sex. After satiating his needs, he was still playing around as she dressed herself to head out of the house.
She had barely managed to pull up her dress and already, he was lowering it again. His greedy mouth was seeking her breasts again, for a third round of teasing, tasting and suckling.
"Roland!" She pushed his head away.
He could tell from her voice that she was slightly miffed but he couldn’t help himself. "You are to blame." He laid his head on her chest. "You ensnare me with every breath you take. I am the prey in your spider’s web."
"Ensnare is not how I would call it." She said. She twisted and escaped his hold, "I have a busy day planned ahead and you Mr. Crown prince must have something to do I am sure."
"Training." he groaned. He returned to the bed and sat down. On his face was reluctance which never used to be there before.
"Good luck with that." she touched her lips, blew him a kiss and escaped the bedroom.
As soon as she stepped out, she touched her waist and winced. When they returned home from the Thorin estate the previous day, the bedroom festivities had started. They lasted at least three hours and again in the morning, Roland had woken her up for more. Was he on a mission to make another baby?