Page 24 of Beauty Sleep

Everyone snorts with laughter, and Robby rolls his eyes. “Well, thatisa sign of something. Maybe you won’t fail the test.”

My heart lurches as I press my palms together. “From your lips to?—”

“—Daddy’s dick?” Theo interrupts, ducking as I threaten to throw a fistful of napkins at him.

Everyone’s laughing, and I just know they’re never going to let me live this down… but at least my big secret is still safe.

What they don’t know—or hear creeping into my room late at night—won’t hurt anyone.

Chapter

Ten

BRIAR

When the hellis my Prince going to come?

There’s lots of reasons I want to know. But right now, one of them feels bigger—and harder—than the rest of them.

It’s been two long nights without jerking off. I can barely believe how much self-restraint I’ve had. Not even a little tug while I’m shaking it in the bathroom, or a fondle while getting dressed. There were moments I thought I’d give in, but I didn’t. I’m not going to break my Prince’s rule. Not even if my balls turn blue.

I just want to know how much longer I have to wait for him.

“This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” I mumble, rolling onto my back. I wait for the prickle of desire to subside as all my blood rushes south. Now the sheets are softly teasing my midnight wood… but if I lie on my front, I’ll just end up grinding against the bed.

Come on. Think about Prince Charming.

Not that I need any encouragement. I’ve been thinking about him almost every minute of the day. Whether I’m in class or cleaning the house, I can’t stop remembering the warm pressure of Prince’s hand against my hip, or the fullness of his cock driving deep into my ass.

And now, he’s the face of all my fantasies.

They sound like him—his warm, husky voice and effortlessly commanding presence. They smell, taste,feellike him. When I imagine a strong chest pressed up against my naked back, it’s his.

I’mhis.

If he wants me.

No. I can’t start thinking like that.I shove my arms above my head, spreading my legs like a starfish.Prince will come, I repeat my mantra, sucking in my breath and letting it as slow as I can.Prince will come… Prince will come… Prince will—wait. What was that?

I swear I just heard the window frame creak.

My eyes want to fly open. I squeeze them shut as hard as I can, listening so intently that I can barely breathe.

There it is—that distinctive smell of sweat, cologne, citrus, and leather. A footstep scuffs against the floor.

He’s back!

Anticipation burns through me like a lightning strike. My throat is tight, and my hard-on strains to lift the sheets even further.

There’s no chance I can hide how awake and needy I am in the moonlight. It’s almost impossible to breathe at all, let alone deep or evenly.

Another step scuffs against the floor, much closer to the bed.

Shit.

I manage not to squeak with anticipation, but I think I flinched.

I try to hide it by stirring a little bit and sighing. I keep my eyes closed as I turn my head to the left against the pillow, nestling my cheek into my bicep.

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