“Someone should go tell her before she says something embarrassing,” Ella says. She’s holding her and Grayson’s three-month-old son, Stefan, rocking him gently back and forth.

“Eh, she’s on again in a few,” Grayson says, drinking water from one of the TV station’s tiny dixie cups. “They’re just talking about makeup or whatever, who cares?”

“Still,” Ella says. “You know how your sister is.”

For a moment, no one responds, and at the exact same time, the whole studio hushes for just a second.

It’s exactly the wrong second.

“Fine,” Aurora’s voice says suddenly.

She’s coming through the speakers, and with the sudden silence, everyone standing around the studio can hear her perfectly.

“I’ve never had an orgasm. Happy?”

Now it’s dead silent. Everyone in the TV studio — Riviera St. James, her assistant, the producers, the camera guys, Ella and Grayson and me — just look at each other, wide-eyed, because we’re one hundred percent sure we shouldn’t have heard that.

Suddenly, everyone unfreezes, the level of hubbub rising again. Grayson turns white and takes off like a shot. Ella just stares at me, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, probably mortified for Aurora.

I just stand there in shock. Partly because I can’t believe that she just said that over the PA system, and partly because I can’t believe what she just said.

And partly because just hearing Grayson’s sweet little sister say the word orgasm made all the blood rush to my dick, because instantly I’m thinking of every single way I’d like to remedy her situation.

Never? I think. Aurora?

I can barely fucking believe it. I know she’s a virgin, of course — she’s the princess of Naralta, and anyone who wanted to pop that cherry would have to get through her protective older brother Grayson first — but she’s funny. She’s sassy. She’s self-assured and doesn’t take shit from anyone, and I just assumed that as an adult woman, she’d had an orgasm.

At least with herself. Doesn’t everyone get themselves off when they’re a teenager? God knows I did, and I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve taken a girl home and gotten a show.

Hell, they’re usually eager to show it off for me. I’ve had a long dry spell since I’ve been at the palace in Naralta — two weeks now, Jesus — but the night before I left, the girl I fucked in the VIP lounge of a nightclub couldn’t wait to rub her clit for me.

“Poor Aurora,” Ella says, still standing in front of her, rocking her infant son back and forth. “Now she’s gonna be embarrassed, and you know there’s going to be a ton of pervs just lining up, offering to give her her first orgasm like creeps.”

I swallow, hard, and Ella’s eyes bore into me as I try to act like I wasn’t just thinking exactly that, because I’m fucking good at making women come. If she’s not screaming my name by the time we’re done, I don’t consider the encounter successful.

And Aurora. God, now I’m imagining her in that position — leaning back on a pile of pillows on my bed, skirt riding up. One of her hands sliding up her thigh as she bites her lip, reveals her sweet pink pussy with no panties on...

“Right?” Ella asks, giving me a hard look.

“Right,” I agree, shoving both my hands into my pockets. My dick is now at full mast, and I look away, trying desperately to think of anything besides my tongue inside Aurora’s pussy as she moans my name.

“Anyone stupid enough to try something with Aurora would probably find himself on the business end of a guillotine, anyway,” Ella goes on. “Still, you never know about people.”

That snaps me back to reality. Grayson, her older brother and my best friend since we were kids.

Imagine your standard protective older brother. Now multiply that by ten, then make him the crown prince of a kingdom. Give him access to both the palace guard and Naralta’s military forces, and that is why no one should try anything with Aurora.

“Hitting on her would sure be dumb,” I agree. “Not that I can imagine Grayson’s kid sister in any sort of sexual scenario. Not even a little. That would be weird.”

Ella doesn’t look convinced, since she’s not stupid, but at that very moment, Aurora, Bianca and Grayson all walk out of the women’s bathroom. Aurora’s bright, bright pink, her head held perfectly high, and she’s walking with her shoulders back, eyes straight ahead.

First, I’d tease her, undress her slowly. Lick my way up her thighs so by the time I get to her panties she’s soaking wet, trembling with pleasure at the slightest touch...

“Declan?” Ella says, her voice falsely sweet.

“Hm?”

I tear my eyes away from my best friend’s little sister to find Ella practically glaring a hole straight through me.

“He’ll cut your balls off,” she says quietly. “I know you think I don’t mean that literally. I know you think that he’s your best friend and he’d never do something like that to you, especially after all the shenanigans you two have gotten up to, but I’d suggest you not find out.”

In her arms, Stefan coos. I just stand there, doing my best to pretend, in front of the entire royal family, that I’m not thinking about pounding their daughter toward ecstasy.

“You’ve got a lineage to worry about too, you know,” Ella says. “You haven’t got any legitimate heirs yet.”

“I haven’t got any heirs at all,” I say, suddenly on the defense. “I’m at least careful.”

Ella rolls her eyes, and the director of the interview segment shushes everyone in the studio. The lights dim slightly, except for the ones shining on Aurora and Bianca, seated primly on a couch.

“Now,” says Riviera St. James in her interview voice, “Tell us what you’ll be wearing to Prince Stefan’s christening ball!”