The Ambassador ch 4

I woke up wanting him. My sheets in my hotel room were wrapped around my legs and my heart pounded in my chest. I needed him, more than I needed anything else.

I pounced for my phone, turning on the lamp on the way. I had his contact up before I could even think. I stopped for a second, doing the math of the time change. He would still be up.

"Ami," he picked up after a couple of rings. A door closed behind him.

"I interrupted a meeting, didn't I?"

"No."

"Liar. Will they miss you?"

"Not as much as I miss you."

I sighed, thinking of how much I missed him and the disaster that had been Kriss' interview attack, "Ben…I think we fucked up."

"No, bambino,"

"We should have at least taken those pictures down."

"There's nothing wrong with those pictures. We talked about this."

"I know, but—"

"Ami. They're going to fall in love with you. But only if you be yourself."

"You should write a self-help book."

"Mio caro, I'm serious. I feel in love with you easily. What are you doing tomorrow?"

"Going to a homeless shelter. They needed some help with the meals and the shelters are a good way of gaining support from the lower castes. Making sure they know that I'll take care of them."

"What are you wearing?"

"One of your shirts," I smiled slyly.

I heard his sharp intake of breath and had to rub my legs together. I was going insane, I was sure of it.

"Piccolo diavolo. Not now, to the shelter."

"We were thinking something official, but now I'm thinking something that puts me on their level. Something they would wear."

"That will work. If we need to later on, we can dress you up."

"Hmmm. I miss you."

"How much?"

My voice was a breath, "So much."

"Bambino…Just a week. Not even a week."

"I know."

"By then, you need to have more support."

"I know."

"Ami, if you don't, we'll have to stop the plan. I'm not going to endanger you anymore than we have to. I know we have the plan, and it's a good plan, but you'll be in so much danger."

"I know."

"I can't protect you from some of it."

"I know."

"If anything happens to you…"

"I know, Ben," I soothed, "I know."

"We set up the meeting with them."

"Them?"

"Both the king and the prince."

"Neither of them are going to like the proposal."

"Yes. Well. They'll have to get over that, now won't they? Remember, bambino, we have what they want, not the other way around."

"Illea is a pretty big country to be pissing off. They have armies and money and resources. If they needed to, they could be totally self-sufficient, Italy can't. If we piss them off enough to start a war, it could be devastating."

"What are they going to say is the reason for the war? Coersion? They're not going to admit that we tried to pull their leg. What could be another one? We stole you? That can be easily brought down. No, they wouldn't go to war. And we are not dependent on them for anything. The worst thing they can do is throw you in jail and take you from us. That would be…excruciating, but we could get you back. Bambino, you have nothing to worry about. Do your part, and in a week I'll be by your side."

"Just a week."

"Just a week."

I was nearly jumping by the time the door of the plane landed on the tarmac.

Brown curly, unruly hair popped up in my vision and it didn't take a second for me to be in his arms. We collided about half way up the stairs, his arms around me and my head digging into his chest. Then, we were both talking to each other in such rapid Italian that neither of us could tell what the other was saying. He took my face in his hands and kissed every inch of it he could reach.

The cameras beneath us snapped away, but neither of us cared.

I took his hand and pulled him down the staircase and onto the tarmac. Before we knew it, we got into the back of the limo, and his bags were thrown in the back. The driver had already put up the divide before we got in.

"You look so beautiful," Ben said into my mouth, kissing it firmly now that we weren't in public.

I gasped as his hands drifted, "I like this one. Want to know why?"

He hummed against my neck.

"You can't wear panties with it."

He growled softly, "And what about a bra?"

"You can wear that, even that special one."

"The one I love?"

"That's the one."

He gulped, withdrawing from me and looking around, "How long will it take to get to the palace?"

"Not enough time for what you're thinking and to look like we hadn't just fucked in the back of a limo."

"Not fucking," Ben got even closer to me, "No. In fact, we wouldn't have to worry about me not looking presentable."

"Oh?" I was breathless.

His hands landed on my thighs, drawing them apart, "No. I would look completely presentable. You on the other hand…"

He kneeled down on the limo floor and drew my legs over his shoulders, "May I?"

"Yes. God, Ben…"

"Stay quiet, mio caro. We don't want anyone to know, now do we?"

"Ben!" I gasped as he licked a line up, flicking that bud he knew so well. My fingers tangled into his hair as he drew it into his mouth, his hand going to my opening. He pumped two of his fingers into me easily and I mewled at him. His fingers were so much bigger than mine and it had been so long since the last time.

The first time he had done this was a wall away from his whole family, when he had backed me up against a kitchen counter in their aunt's house and I had to grip the edge to keep upright. After that, going down on each other was second nature, both of us wanting as much intimacy as our positions allowed us, but we had never crossed the line. He said the day he knew, without a doubt that I was over Maxon would be the day that we made love. Oh, but he had told me what it would be like. When I had my lips wrapped around his cock and his fingers were buried in me, he told me exactly what would happen. He would make sure I was so wet that I couldn't walk without feeling it drip down my leg. Then he would bury himself in me and not let me go until I was so sated I couldn't keep my eyes open.

He had promised me, countless times, and the thought of that pushed me over the edge.

"They're going to know that you've been a bad girl, aren't they, Ami?"

I was a puddle on the seat, chest heaving and dress still pulled up around my hips. He gave me one last kiss on the lips before wiping his mouth off with a hankerchief. He handed it to me, and I cleaned myself off before fixing my dress.

"And you call me a little devil," I said, reaching into my bag and pulling out a mirror to fix my hair and makeup. It was useless. "Forget it. I'm going to look like I was just ravaged before seeing my ex." I thought about it, "That's not a bad time to be ravaged, when you think about it."

Ben chuckled and I smiled, "You still have lipstick on your face."

"Announcing His Highness Prince Benedict of Italy and Lady America Singer."

Ben helped me out of the car and I wrapped my arm around his as we made our way up the stairs to King Clarkson and his family.

"Prince Benedict, it's a pleasure to meet you," Clarkson clasped Ben's hand and turned towards me, "And a pleasure to see you again, Lady America."

He smiled at me, even though I knew it was a lie. He would rather me fall down dead on the stairs than enter the palace again. "And you, too, King Clarkson."

Ben smiled, "Yes, I appreciate you letting us stay here and to meet with you."

"Of course, of course. Come meet my family. This is my wife, Queen Amberley."

Queen Amberley wrapped me in a hug, and I melted into it. This woman could have been my mother, and I still felt like she would have liked me to be so, "Welcome back, darling."

"Thank you. I appreciate it."

King Clarkson went on, ignoring his wife's obvious pleasure that I was there, "And this is my daughter-in-law Princess Kriss and my son Prince Maxon."

Kriss, forced by her mother-in-law's actions was forced to hug me, "So glad to see you, America."

"Did you get my flowers?" I asked, and she frowned at me a little.

I turned towards Maxon and gave him a hug as well, "It's good to see you, Maxon. Married life seems to be treating you well."

I smiled up at him, but the look on his face told me he hadn't forgotten why the two of us weren't the ones married. But, I was okay with that. In fact, I was okay with him. I was okay with him not choosing me, him leaving me to take care of my family because Ben took care of all of us. I still hated that he had thrown us away, but now there was no us to throw away. Things were just as they are, and I couldn't keep holding that against him, against me.

"I heard the reports and saw the interviews, but I guess now I really have to admit it," Maxon said.

"Admit what?" I asked, stepping out of his hug. As always, Ben's hand came up to rest on my back.

"That you're with him."

I smiled up at Ben, who was beaming at me with pride, "Yes, I am."

"Well," Queen Amberley said, "Let's go inside. I'm sure the two of you would like to freshen up before the party."

The family led us into their palace as Ben leaned towards me and whispered, "Tonight."

"What about tonight?" I asked.

"Tonight is the night I make love to you, mio caro."