Page 58 of My Dark Prince
Not an exaggeration. While I didn’t enjoy sleeping around, I did spend a decent amount of time acquainting my dick with my fist. But lately, I’d neglected it. Any free time I’d had over the past few days, I’d spent at the hospital with Briar.
Mornings watching her stretch out her arms in the sun, her sleeve falling off her dainty shoulder. Evenings of her staringat me with her teeth sinking down into her lip, inviting me to do the same. And nights sleeping near her, listening to her soft moans.
She’d always been like that. Prone to wild dreams. That drunken night in Paris featured the filthiest wet dream she’d ever described. It was a miracle I’d kept my virginity until nineteen.
Briar swung her leg over me, grinding against it as she finally released my dick from her grip. The second she freed me, I moved her over to her side and erected a Great Wall of Pillows between us to save, well, my erection.
“Ol?”
I froze, breath in my throat for a second. “Yeah, Cuddlebug?”
She didn’t reply. I released the breath and stared at the ceiling, counting sheep. I figured I wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep tonight, but I had to try. This would be my last solid night of sleep before our major renovations kicked into high gear at the hotel.
Minutes later, long since she’d called out to me, she whimpered something in her sleep.
I craned my neck, struggling to hear.
“Don’t leave, Ollie.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Oliver
Romeo Costa:We might be late.
Zach Sun:Why?
Romeo Costa:Dallas.
Farrow Ballantine-Sun:What’s Dallas doing?
Dallas Costa:Contemplating how the gym can simultaneously be my husband’s happy place and my own personal jail.
Romeo Costa:Not my fault you told your doctor you’re emotional eating after labor.
Dallas Costa:No, I said I’m BACK to eating after labor and it makes me emotional. There’s a difference.
Zach Sun:Is there, though?
Dallas Costa:Absolutely. It’s my default factory setting. Now he thinks I’m suffering from postpartum depression and need something to release endorphins.
Romeo Costa:You reap what you sow. In this case, eat.
Dallas Costa:How can exercise be prescribed? It’s not even a drug. In fact, I’ll NEED drugs after this. My ass is on fire.
Frankie Townsend:late to what
Zach Sun:Where’s Oliver? That was his cue to dump a mediocre anal joke into the chat. Pun intended.
Romeo Costa:MIA with the missus. We might have to bring food in case he’s forgotten dinner parties require feeding the guests.
Farrow Ballantine-Sun:@Frankie Townsend, a welcome (back) to the neighborhood dinner at the von Bismarck’s.
Frankie Townsend:since when. why does no one ever tell me anything
Frankie Townsend:hello
Chapter Twenty-Seven
