Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Princeton covers my mouth with his hand as he uses the other to guide his erection to enter me. I whimper into his palm and let my head fall back. He doesn’t move, but his hard length pulses within my walls.
“You’re so perfect,” he says huskily.
I wrap one leg around his waist, needing him closer. Right when he goes to move, the phone on my desk beeps.
“Your Highness, um, Ms. Ellis, um, boss?” Megan says, sounding so confused.
I laugh into Princeton’s shoulder. He chuckles into my hair. My poor staff has been having such a hard time with what to call me these days. I’ve tried to tell them nothing has changed.
“Yes,” I say as I try to hold in my amusement at her and the fact that Princeton is still throbbing inside me.
“The queen is here to see you,” she replies.
Princeton groans into my neck. Slowly, he pulls from my body. I shake my head at him. The queen will wait today. He’s not leaving me like this.
“Megan, would you be so kind as to take her into a conference room and make her comfortable? We’ll be there in about fifteen,” I say, much to Princeton’s amusement.
He pulls my panties from under my skirt lightning fast and plows back into me. I barely have time to stifle my cry. He works his hips into me even as Megan gives her reply.
“Yes, boss.”
“You should start calling me boss. I think that would sound sexy.” He chuckles in my ear.
“Dream on, pretty boy,” I pant.
He lifts me from the desk and starts to bounce me on his rock-hard dick. Okay, maybe I could call him boss on the weekends. He latches his mouth onto my breast. Well, weekdays may be able to be added.
“Yes, boss.”
“That’s what I thought.” He chuckles darkly.
Fifteen minutes later, my back is flat on my desk and I’m panting for the smallest gulp of air, but I’m thoroughly satisfied. Princeton grabs tissues from inside my desk drawer and starts to clean me up.
“Now, I think it’s fair to say that’s a great reason to move back home,” he says with a smile in his voice.
I lift to my elbows and wait for the power to speak. “Maybe. I’ll think some more about it. You may have to give me a few more reasons.” I give him a seductive smile.
“As you wish, but for now let’s get to Mother.”
He fixes the rest of my clothes quickly. When I stand my legs are shaky. He looks down at me with a smug grin. I can only shake my head at him.
“Let’s go,” I murmur.
We enter the conference room to find Ms. Trueman and my soon-to-be-mother-in-law. Princeton lifts my hand to his lips and kisses the back. I observe him curiously.
I get the feeling that this isn’t a random visit. I turn to look over my shoulder as Megan enters the room carrying a garment bag in her arms.
“I promise I haven’t looked, but Mother has informed me that they have gotten the stain out completely. You will be able to wear the gown to our wedding,” Princeton says sheepishly as he watches me for a reaction.
I start to tear up. “Oh my God, my mother’s dress,” I say as my chin wobbles and my lips tremble.
“Yes. I told you we’d get the stain out. Since your birthday is in a few days, I thought this would be a great birthday gift.”
He catches me as I throw myself into his arms, holding me in a tight embrace. He kisses the top of my head. This man has only ever worked to make me happy. I can’t believe this is my life.
“We thought you would need this. It was your mother’s as well,” Ms. Trueman takes the crown she gave me out of a black velvet bag. “It seems you misplaced it.”
I love this woman. She’s become so important to me in the last few months. I don’t think I would’ve been able to navigate all of these changes without her. She’s been invaluable to me and Princeton.
“Wait, that was my mom’s?”
“Yes, dear. It was.” She gives me a warm smile.
I turn to Princeton and tug him down to me by his ears to kiss him. I don’t know what else to do with these overwhelming emotions. He smiles against my lips as he returns the kiss.
“So, does this mean we can set a date?” Queen Joy says.
I place my forehead to Princeton’s and nod. “Yes, we can set a date.”
“Are you saying you’re ready to go home?”
I slide down Princeton’s front and wrap my arms around his waist. I savor in the warmth and strength coming off of him. He looks as handsome as ever, even after a quickie in my office.
“If by home you mean that huge castle waiting for us in Fru Fru Palms, then yes. I’m ready to go home.”