“I can do that. I can’t wait to see what nefarious plan you come up with after our date tonight.”
“You’re a hard act to follow, but I swear I’ll make it worth your time.”
“It’s a date.”
—
The nextmorning I awoke with a smile on my face. And an aching cock that had nothing to do with morning wood. Hannah. Christ, last night had been both the greatest night in who knows how long, and an arduous session of self-control. I could still feel her hot littlechattehovering above my aching and constrained cock.
Fisting my dick, I slowly pumped it as I remembered the little sounds Hannah madeas she came. I squeezed and closed my eyes so I could pretend it was Hannah’schattemilking me. Hannah riding me with her glorious hair loose and shining above me. Hannah’s gorgeous tits rising and falling in front of my face. Hannah crying out as she came.
I groaned as my cock spurted again and again. My belly now covered with my ejaculate, I sagged back into my plush bed. Tonight. Tonightwas the night my sessions with my hand would end. Tonight I’d finally see every inch of Hannah’s delectable body.
Tonight.
After taking a few minutes to bask in my postorgasm nirvana, I pushed off the bed with a sigh and padded to the bathroom to take a shower. I was mid-shampoo when I heard a hesitant tapping on the door.
And so it begins.
With a weary sigh, I tipped my head back to rinseand barked,“Entrez.”
“Je suis désolé, Votre Altesse.”Aristide’s hesitant voice was barely audible above the blast of the four showerheads. He cleared his throat nervously before continuing in French. “I need to discuss your schedule for the remainder of the week.”
I sighed as reality descended once again. No matter how hard I tried to run from it, the fucking palace always found me. “I thoughtwe discussed you calling me Your Highness, Ari. I’m standing here with my bollocks out. There’s no need for formality. Knock it off.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t, Your Highness. It wouldn’t be proper.”
I shook my head. “Fine. If you must be formal, usemonsieur.”
“Oui, oui, Votre Altesse. Er, monsieur.”
I turned off the water with a twist of my wrist, then opened the glass door to grab a large, plushtowel. “What did you want to discuss?”
Ari stared blankly at me as I rubbed the towel over my body. His eyes widened when I moved the towel over said bollocks, and he closed his eyes as his cheeks darkened with a flush that I was certain had nothing to do with the steam in the room.
Taking pity on the man, I tucked one towel around my hips, covering myself, then grabbed another to dry my faceand hair. “The schedule, Ari?”
“Oui,Your Highness, er,monsieur. I’m sorry. Again.”
“Just get to the schedule, Ari. Please.”
“Oui, oui,I—um, I took a look at the previous schedule and made some revisions, as you requested. But there are a few that we cannot cancel as they have current business in Monaco and, well—”
“It would make things difficult for the palace.” I sighed in resignation.“How many meetings are scheduled for today?”
“Four, Your Highness.”
I twisted my head to the side to work out the kink that had suddenly developed as tension laced my body. “Fine. But everyone must be gone by five o’clock. And I’ll need your help with a few of my plans for this evening. I need you to coordinate everything with Nicolas so there are no more awkward interruptions tonight.”
“Oui,Your Highness. I can do that.”
I grabbed a comb and pulled it through my hair. “What time will the first appointment be here?”
“Twenty minutes, Your Highness. Breakfast is waiting for you in the outer salon.”
I stared at the resolute man in the mirror reflected back at me. One day. Not even twelve hours before I could be a regular guy again. No “Your Highness” from Hannah. No bowing and scrapingand profuse flowery apologies. Just fun, laughter, and hopefully a hell of a lot of making out.
“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” I turned away from the serious eyes in the mirror and started my long, boring day. The only thing getting me through every excruciating minute was the promise I had seen in Hannah’s eyes the night before.
