Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

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I can't believe my luck.

A prince has finally come, and he's left me with dirty promises, weak knees, and an insatiable hard-on.

Forty-four, forty-five… wait. Was I on the forties or the fifties?

Oh, fuck it. I can't stop myself from peeking again.

I half-expect him to still be there, lingering outside all evening. Guarding his catch and tormenting me while I try to fall asleep. God, that's a hot idea. Maybe I could be into it.

With one trembling hand, I reach out to lift the curtain.

He's gone.

"Ohhhmygod," I groan, letting out a breath as I tumble onto the bed and grab my pillow, squeezing it for dear life. "Happy fucking birthday to me."

See? I'm not sleepwalking through life. I was just waiting for the right man to come along. If only that Daddy I met earlier could see me now.

Prince Charming is kind of like him: confident, older, and happy to call me Beauty. But this time, I made sure he knows what I want. Judging by the fact that he can get me rock-hard with just his fingertips, he's going to reward me for it later.

Fuuuck.

I have no idea what this guy looks like. Dark eyes, I think, and a sharp jawline. It's perfect. In all my hottest daydreams, I feel my prince's force, taste his sweat, and hear his growled demands… but I never get to see his face.

And the chemistry between us! I never even imagined I could feel anything like it. Every time I invited him closer, he took that liberty... and a little more, exactly the way I've always wanted. His voice drips into my ear in sultry, honey-golden tones, and I just want to close my eyes and obey every word…

"Mmmph," I moan, squirming onto my back and hastily stripping my clothes off to sprawl naked on the bed. My cock is midair, throbbing hard. Pleasurable little shivers run down my spine every time it brushes against my stomach.

"Fuck," I sigh raggedly. "Not yet. But later."

And then I let go, tugging the sheet over me as I roll onto my front again, shoving both hands firmly under my pillow. It feels good, nestling up against the mattress, but I'm not going to hump or grind.

I'm going to wait, because I have something better to look forward to.

"How the hell am I gonna sleep, though?"

Fuck it, I'll just lie still and pretend if I have to. The important part is that I've left my window wide open. Everything I've ever wanted is on its way, and there's nothing I can do but wait.

I really hope my prince will finally come… and that I will, too.