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said they loved each other, after a split four years ago when Chloe had been struggling with not only the attention that came with dating a prince, but a prince who went away on seven-month deployments off the coast of Somalia, chasing pirates. No matter how much Hugo assured her that, as a Captain of the Watch, all he did was ‘drive the ship’ and that the Royal Marines did all the daredevil stuff like boarding pirate boats, Chloe worried about him constantly, missed him horribly. And the drip-drip torture of paparazzi photos combined with the nasty little captions the tabloid press slapped on them had driven her to distraction. She had told him as soon as he came back on post-deployment leave that she couldn’t bear it; they had broken up, then got back together on his last day of leave in floods of tears and declarations of love.
    But Chloe couldn’t wait any longer for the next stage.
    ‘Sometimes,’ she said brilliantly, ‘I
so
miss being normal.’
    ‘Oh Chloe!’ Hugo enfolded her in his arms. ‘That’s the one thing I can’t give you – I’d give you anything I could, but I can never ever give you that—’
    ‘I want
you
,’ she said, hugging him back tightly. ‘I’ve always wanted you, from the moment I saw you in that coffee shop.’
    ‘You don’t know how grateful I’ve been ever since that I barely had any dosh on me!’
    ‘I love you so much, Hugo!’
    ‘I love you!
So
much!’
    She thought swiftly.
    ‘I’m going to get a lovely cold banana now,’ she said, pulling away a little. ‘I’ll be right back.’
    Hugo drew in his breath in excitement, settling back on the sofa in anticipation. Chloe returned almost immediately with a nicely firm banana, and he exhaled with a long, deep sigh of sexual anticipation.
    ‘God, all those times at school,’ he said with deep contentment as she started to unpeel it, his erection tenting his jeans for the third time that night. ‘All those times I used to get a cold banana out of the fridge in my room and mush it up in my hand and go at myself with it . . . I used to dream of a lovely girl doing that for me, a lovely girl who looked just like you . . . I used to come and come and just feel lonely afterwards . . .’ He reached out his hand for her. ‘Ladies first.’
    Their sexual life had settled into a very happy pattern by now. The banana was definitely for special occasions, rather than being a necessary fetish, but although Hugo had initiated it, shyly, years ago, Chloe had taken to it with great enthusiasm. The usual pattern was that the peeled banana would first be drawn down Chloe’s naked body and slipped slowly inside her, alternating with Hugo enthusiastically eating her out; once she had come a satisfactory number of times, Hugo would replace the banana with his cock, and when things were getting close to the point of no return, he would pull out, Chloe would quickly chew up some banana and finish him off in her mouth.
    But now Chloe shook her head.
    ‘Darling, I’m pretty shattered,’ she said, a phrase she would never have used before meeting Hugo. ‘I’m just going to do you.’
    ‘Are you
sure
?’ Hugo said, to be polite, but he was already unzipping his jeans and shifting his bottom to pull them and his boxers down in one go.
    ‘Totally,’ Chloe said, hiking up her skirt to make it easier for her to kneel down on the carpet. ‘I love sucking you off.’
    ‘You do it the
best,
’ Hugo sighed ecstatically, closing his eyes, throwing out his arms, letting himself go completely in anticipation, his royal penis, sprung free of its coverings, large, red, inflamed, and clearly in need of urgent attention. ‘
No one
does banana blowjobs like you.’
    It was the opening Chloe had been waiting for. She gasped so loudly that Hugo’s eyes snapped open again in time to see her throwing the banana down to the coffee table. He whined like a dog in protest.
    ‘How many girls have given you banana blowjobs?’ she shouted