Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“You’ve already worked out?”
He smiled down at me, running a hand through my hair. “You can shower in here. Be quick. The plum scones are fresh and hot out of the oven.”
My eyes fluttered shut as he stroked his fingers through my hair.
“Or you can just keep doing that all morning,” I murmured. “And I’ll be in heaven.”
He hummed, running his thumb down the side of my face. “I wish.”
I tossed the sheets aside and sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m sorry I passed out last night,” I said. My heart ached knowing that I’d wasted so much time I could have had with him. As soon as he’d gotten in bed, the exhaustion had overtaken both of us, and we’d gradually fallen asleep next to one another.
“Don’t be sorry,” he told me. “It was… incredible.”
“I’m sure you probably would have liked to come instead of just having me play with your hair until we both passed out,” I said.
He wrapped his arms around me, pressing a kiss on the top of my shoulder. “I loved it exactly as it was. Not that I didn’t make myself come in the shower this morning to the thought of you being in my mouth.”
“Mmh,” I hummed, leaning against his hair. “God. You should have woken me up by putting your cock against my lips instead.”
“Jesus,” he whispered. “You trying to make me get hard again before I have to go down for breakfast?”
“Is that a challenge?”
He leaned in and kissed my lips, soft and slow. “Let me show you to the bathroom.”
“Mm,” I hummed in protest, gripping the front of his shirt and dragging him close to me again, kissing him back. “Only if you’re going to shower with me.”
“I already did, unfortunately,” he said. “C’mon.”
He took my hand, dragging me into a standing position. I reluctantly followed.
“You’re lucky I’m not yanking you back into bed and tearing all those fancy clothes off,” I said.
“I am a prince, you know,” he said, looking back at me with a small smile. “I could call so many different forms of security on you.”
“Oh no,” I said. “Is that supposed to scare me? Because it’s kind of just making me want to do it even more.”
He laughed softly. “If you were here all the time, I really wouldn’t get anything done, would I?”
“And it would be worth it.”
My heart ached at the thought of ever getting to be around Sebastian all the time. It seemed impossible, and it was definitely true that he’d have to be tearing my mouth and hands and cock away from him at all times.
We walked over past the silks room and the wine room to another narrow corridor. It gave way to a set of rooms that could only be described as a miniature spa.
“This isn’t like any bathroom I’ve ever seen,” I said.
The walls were stone, naturally. But the shower itself was more like an entire small room of its own, surrounded by glass. There were small pine plants hanging from the ceiling, and windows that looked out to the snow-capped mountain rock ledge outside. Multiple sleek, wide shower heads lined the top of the glass enclosure.
Sebastian turned on one of them for me and gave me a look up and down. My cock perked up under his gaze.
“You sure you don’t have time to shower with me?”
“Unfortunately,” he said. “They’re expecting me already. But we have a place for you at breakfast as soon as you’re ready.”
He kissed me before disappearing down the hall.
I missed the messy magic of last night already. Sebastian looked incredible as he walked off, and he wasn’t shutting me out anymore, which was a minor miracle. But he was certainly in prince-mode now.
I tried to ignore the small but persistent ball of worry that was shoved down deep inside of me. A ball of worry that said I was making a gigantic mistake letting Sebastian into my heart again, into my life again at all. I wanted to believe him. I wanted to think that there was some way I could be a part of his life, even though I had no place in the royal world.
But I’d spent eleven years closed off from him. And no matter how risky it was to open up to him now, I didn’t want to stop.
I finished showering in the stupidly luxurious bathroom and when I stepped out to the next room in the small army of the bathroom suites, I found a suit for me hanging there. I put it on and made my way out of Sebastian’s wing.
My head was still pounding. These days it felt like Sebastian could outdrink me with ease. It was a far cry from the night we’d shared so long ago, when he’d practically balked at cheap, sweet orange liqueur.