Page 35 of Royal Fling
“Okay, it’s true. There are worse things to fuck. But still.”
“But you said you like it,” she said, sipping her coffee with wide eyes and even wider eyebrows.
“I did!”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Isn’t it weird to find out you fucked a prince? I mean, that shit doesn’t happen in real life. This is some Hallmark kind of bullshit,” I said.
“Who wouldn’t want to be in a Hallmark movie?”
I glared at her, and she giggled.
I mean, she had a point, sure, but it wasn’t easy to wrap my head around it. And not to say anything of the fact that I’d grown up wanting a prince charming and ending up fucking one. Although I kept that detail to myself.
“I wouldn’t.”
“You wouldn’t?” Beth chuckled.
“Well, of course not. These people never have sex and only kiss after they fall in love.”
“So true,” she sighed, making me laugh again. “So you regret what you did? Even though you told him you didn’t?”
I shook my head and lifted my own cup of coffee that had gone a little cold.
“No, but… but what would a prince want with me? And how am I supposed to look him in the eyes again?”
“A, I think we’ve already answered the first question. He wanted some D, darling. And B, you can look him in the D, if the eyes won’t work.”
“I’m being serious, Beth,” I said, rolling my eyes.
“So am I, honey. And from what you told me, it sounds like he enjoys a little kink, so maybe he can look you in the D, too.”
I sighed and sipped my coffee. Even though I still couldn’t wrap my head around what had happened, the thought of him on his knees worshipping my cock again made me hungry for more of August.
Shit. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of roleplay we could have. Was it even roleplaying if the other person reallywasa prince?
“I probably don’t have to worry about any Ds touching again. It was probably a one-time thing. But I sure hope to God he doesn’t tell Fisayo what we did.”
Beth opened her mouth, but before she could articulate, a loud ringing echoed across the house, and we both turned to look at the front door.
“That’s the bell,” she said.
“Yeah, I figured,” I replied with an eye roll. “Who would that be? I’m not expecting anyone.”
“The postman?”
“At three in the afternoon? Besides, what would he be delivering? I didn’t order anything.”
The bell rang again, so I stood up. Beth did, too, and followed me, hiding behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Hiding. Duh!”
“From who?”
“Whoever is ringing the bell,” she said.
