And every night, Kon invited her into his bed after they put their son in his own.
Sometimes those invitations took the form of words. Sometimes, Kon just picked Emma up and carried her into the giant master bedroom.
He always asked before the first kiss. He always wore a condom and she always climaxed at least twice.
The pleasure should have just been physical, but every time they made love, Emma’s emotions came closer and closer to the surface.
CHAPTER NINE
IF EMMA HAD thought that tailored suits for their son, and the other myriad clothes Kon had insisted on buying for Mickey, were over the top, her Prince’s plans for expanding Emma’s wardrobe blew her away.
He had representatives from three top designers bring a selection of casual to formalwear in the colors she’d learned to love.
Turquoise. Melon. Sand.
There were geometric shapes redolent of the Southwest in some of the prints and used as chic, subtle accents.
The clothes being modeled for her by beautiful, willowy creatures Emma would never look like were definitely in the style she’d developed for herself since moving to New Mexico, but high-end.
Sophisticated in a way she wouldn’t have thought that particular style choice could be.
Emma gave Kon a considering look. “You do realize none of this is going to fit me the same as these models, right?”
For one thing, they were all size two with almost no busts, definitely no tummies and very little in the way of any behinds.
Emma’s post-pregnancy body was a size twelve with a C-cup bust, a no longer flat tummy and hips that filled out her capris.
Kon let a heated gaze travel over Emma. “I’m counting on it. On you, they will look so much better.”
One of the models got a little pickled look on her face, the one who had been trying to flirt with His Highness since her arrival. Another gave Emma an envious look, but one just smiled and sent Emma a discreet thumbs-up.
Emma couldn’t help smiling back.
“Young love is so inspiring,” one of the designer reps said, his expression filled with approval.
Lust more like, but Emma didn’t correct the man.
“If you see something you like, we have everything in your size, available for you to try on or buy without trying, if that is your preference.”
“Why would I buy clothes without trying them on?” Emma asked. “What if I don’t like the way they look on me?”
“Anything you do not like will be returned or disposed of,” Kon assured her.
“I don’t even know how much these clothes cost.” But nothing had price tags and that was a red flag toward expensive in Emma’s book. “But get rid of? How spoiled are you?”
“In some ways, very,” Kon admitted without hesitation or embarrassment. “I would feel even more spoiled if you were willing to try the clothes on for me in a private setting.”
“You want me to give you a private fashion show?” she asked, blushing.
She couldn’t help it. Here were professional models showing off the clothes for him and he was asking her to follow that?
“I would enjoy that very much, yes.” The sensual timbre of his voice said he wasn’t just planning to watch.
“Isn’t that a little kinky?” she asked in a teasing tone, still embarrassed, but pleased too.
Because she could not doubt that the only woman in this room who interested Kon was Emma. Not some willowy model with perfect makeup and hair.
Someone coughed. Someone else made a strangled sound and one of the models just laughed right out loud. It was the one who had given Emma the thumbs-up.