I know I have to get up and leave. Grayson probably needs to go back to the ball and put in one final appearance, and I know that Slade and Peyton will be home soon. If I’m not there, it’ll just raise questions about where I am, and I’m not exactly looking forward to answering those.

Slowly, the Prince rolls off of me, and we both sit up on the couch. I run one hand through my hair and glance at him, suddenly feeling shy.

“I should go,” I murmur, looking down.

“Stay,” he says, sitting back against the couch and pulling me against him.

“I can’t.”

“I’m ordering you as the Prince,” he says, and smiles at me rakishly.

My heart skips a beat, and for a second, I consider telling him everything: why I can’t stay, how I’m an indentured servant to my stepmother and stepsisters, how I wasn’t even supposed to be at this ball in the first place.

But I don’t. Instead I snuggle against him, warm and hard and reassuring. After a little while he picks me up and puts me in his bed, but instead of going to sleep we fuck again.

The first time hurt a little when he entered me, but this time it doesn’t at all. I just scream his name over and over again into a pillow, and seconds later, he unloads inside me.

* * *

When I wake up I don’t know where I am, and I sit bolt upright in bed, panicked.

Then there’s a low grumble next to me, Prince Grayson stirs in his sleep, and everything comes rushing back: I’m still in the castle, in his bed. The bedside clock says it’s 6:30 in the morning, and I relax a little.

Livia, Peyton, and Slade are never up before eight at the very earliest — often closer to nine. I’ve got the afternoon shift at the diner today, and that means a little time before I have to leave.

I lie back down, intending to go back to sleep, but something catches my eyes. Something big, tenting up right in the middle of the bed, and I bite my lip, then glance at the prince.

Sound asleep.

I shouldn’t. I know it’s dirty and wicked, but heat surges downward through my body and suddenly I’m not sure I can help myself. My pussy twitches with the mere memory of Grayson’s monster cock inside me, and instantly my whole body flushes.

I think I might be addicted. I’ve never done anything like this before, not even close, but I just can’t help it with him. I gave him everything last night and I want to give him even more.

I want to give Grayson pleasure in every way I possibly can, and I hardly even know him. Maybe I’m losing my mind.

But losing my mind or not, I pull the sheet off of his perfect body slowly, practically drooling at the sharp, rigid lines of his muscles. I’m already so wet I’m practically dripping with need as I remove the white sheet from his beautiful cock.

For a moment, I just sit there and admire it. Even though I’d never seen one in person before last night, I’m pretty sure that this is a particularly glorious specimen, long and thick, angled upward just the tiniest bit.

As quietly and gently as I can, I kneel over Grayson’s hips and grab his cock in my hand. Instantly, he shifts in his sleep, though he doesn’t wake up just yet as I stroke him carefully. My pussy is throbbing and aching already, and he’s hard as steel in my hand.

I’m going to wake him up right, I decide. I’ve never done this before, but I understand the mechanics pretty well. I raise myself up on my knees, and even though I wobble a little, after a moment I’ve got his cock at my needy entrance and I’m biting my lip in sheer anticipation.

Grayson’s eyelids flutter, and I pause, moving my hips back and forth gently, working the head of his cock against my entrance. Even that feels so good that I gasp, my hands moving to my own breasts, pinching my nipples.

Then, just as he opens his eyes, I lower myself all the way onto him with a single stroke, gasping as he fills me completely. Instantly, he grabs onto my hips, his hard abs flexing.

Slowly, I start riding him. I’m a little unsteady at first, and I put one hand on his chest to keep my balance, but his strong hands guide me. Soon I’m bouncing up and down, my mind slowly breaking into a thousand pieces with sheer pleasure.

Neither of us says anything. I can’t even think of words right now, not as Grayson hits that sweet spot again and again that makes me feel like I’m spiraling upward, getting closer and closer to the sun. I pinch my own nipples even harder, gasping and moaning.

This feels dirty as hell, and I’m not this kind of girl — I’m a diner waitress who’s just trying to get by — but I don’t care, because right now this feels so fucking good.

I keep bouncing on Grayson’s cock as I come, gasping out his name as he growls and pulls me down onto him, his cock so deep inside me I feel like I can barely even breathe. Seconds later I can feel him burst inside me and I bite my lip, savoring the feeling.

Grayson throws his head back against the pillows, his whole body rigid and tight with the force of his orgasm. He’s completely stunning, not to mention oddly beautiful. I don’t know why, but I have the feeling that not many people have seen him like this — in the throes of total and complete pleasure, first thing in the morning.

Strangely vulnerable like this.

When he finishes, I bend over slowly, my blonde hair dragging along his chest. He smiles as he looks up at me, his hands sliding up and down my body.

“Good morning,” I say.

“That was the best wake-up call I’ve ever had,” he grins, and then he kisses me.