Prince Next Door: A Royal Next Door Romance Page 2

  “Then don’t,” she hummed in my ear. It was then that I realized I said all of that aloud.

  I combed my fingers through her hair and pressed my mouth to hers. Hannah groaned, languid and seductive. The sound went straight to my cock, which I realized was starting to become painful with want. I teased her lips open with the tip of my tongue, and she quickly opened up to allow my tongue space to explore. She tasted like champagne and all things good and bubbly. Her lips were full and soft and impossible to break away from. Hannah’s hand roamed about my body, dragging its way down my hard chest, my abs, and finally resting against the front of my pants.

  “Please tell me there’s an empty room somewhere in this suite,” she whispered, a touch hopeful.

  I smirked, licking my lips. “Follow me,” I said, taking her hand to guide her through the crowd. I was sure the rest of my mates would take good care of Andrew, who had incidentally passed out on the couch and was now being drawn on with what looked like –and hopefully wasn’t– permanent marker.

  There were a total of four different bedrooms in the executive suite, varying in décor and size. The master bedroom was in the very back of the suite, far enough away from where the party was taking place to escape any unwanted attention. It was only accessible with my electronic keycard, so I wasn’t too worried about any guests popping in uninvited.

  The second the door closed behind us, Hannah was on me, feverishly attacking my lips like she was on some sort of mission. She hooked one of her long legs over my hip, and I instantly lifted her up and carried her over to the massive California king-sized bed. There was a heap of pillows at the head of the bed, and the goose-down duvet and silk sheets felt like soft clouds beneath us.

  I placed Hannah down on the bed, breathing through my nose so I wouldn’t have to stop kissing her. It was strangely addicting. I liked the way her body felt against my palm, beneath my curious fingers. She looked up at me with half-hooded eyes, long lashes tickling my cheeks. I pulled away for a moment, attempted to catch my breath.

  “Are you okay?” I asked quickly. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

  Hannah frowned at me. “I wouldn’t have come if I didn’t want to do anything. Yes, I’m okay.”

  I sighed in relief. “Good. Good, I’m glad.”

  Somehow, Hannah managed to spin us over and pinned my back to the mattress, straddling my hips with her thighs. She grinned at me playfully. “To wilder nights, remember?”

  I chuckled. “Oh, I have a feeling I’m about to regret my words.”

  Hannah raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Maybe. Now, strip for me.”

  Her confidence took me by surprise. I couldn’t help but smirk as I got up from the bed. I slowly undid the buttons of my collared shirt, pulling my silk tie off with greater haste than I intended. She sat on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs casually as she watched. Her eyes practically looked golden in the soft glow of the bedroom lights. They reminded me of giant spotlights, keeping me the center of attention.

  I was about to give her the show of a lifetime.

  After throwing my shirt to the floor, I slowly undid my belt and the front of my pants. Hannah licked her lips, eyes raking over me heatedly as she inspected my hard chest and tight abs. Yes, that was right. Even with all the princely duties I had to take care of, I still made time to hit the estate’s fully equipped indoor gym. Washboard abs like these didn’t come without some hard work, after all.

  I eventually dropped trou, as Americans tended to say, hooking my thumbs over the waistband of both my pants and boxer briefs. I grinned at Hannah’s obviously amazed expression, lips parted slightly as if to gasp, though she made no sound. Her pupils were wide with desire.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “I mean, not wow. That made me sound super lame.”

  I chuckled. “Impressive, I know.”

  She rolled her eyes, playful grin upon her lips. “Someone’s full of themselves.”

  I gestured at my body. “Can you blame me?”

  Hannah didn’t say another word. She slipped off the edge of the mattress and got down on her knees in front of me, placing her hands on my hips for support. I shivered in delight when her tongue flicked out across the head of my cock, which was half-hard and steadily getting stiffer. When she wrapped her lips around me, I sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth.

  Her mouth was divine.

  It should have been illegal to have a mouth like hers. When she swirled her tongue around, a hand gripping the base of my cock, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of pleasure that my vision nearly whited out. A deep, guttural groan escaped my lungs as I threaded my fingers through her hair. I didn’t dare apply any pressure, preferring to allow Hannah to work at her own pace. She swallowed me down, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. She stroked the length of my cock as she bobbed her head at a steady, rhythmic pace, edging me closer and closer to climax. I had to pull away at the last minute, afraid that the intense heated coil inside my gut was building far too quickly. Things would be over embarrassingly fast at this rate.

  “Get on the bed,” I ordered, voice a bit gruff and raspy.

  Hannah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and nodded, doing exactly as she was told. Reaching behind her with surprising flexibility, she pulled down the zipper to the back of her dress and let the fabric fall, pooling at her feet. Much to my surprise, she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The sight of her weighty breasts and delectably smooth pussy made my cock throb painfully.

  She shrugged. “It was a tight dress. I was worried about lines.”

  “I’m not complaining.”

  “Then get over here and stop gawking.”

  “Right,” I cleared my throat. “Yeah, that’s a good idea.”

  Hannah giggled as I crawled on top of her, capturing her mouth as quickly as I could to swallow her needy moans. My hands explore the shape of her body eagerly, studying curves and muscle and delicate skin. My fingers grazed over her entrance, already wet with desire. I inserted a single finger, curling it slowly in a beckoning motion to aim for her sweet spot. Hannah let out a gasp, tossing her head back into the mountain of pillows that told me I found exactly what I was looking for.

  “You’re so nice and wet for me,” I growled against the crook of her neck, sucking a hard-enough kiss into her skin to leave it red.

  “William,” she whined. “Stop teasing me and fuck me.”

  “I like how demanding you are,” I hummed, immediately reaching for the nightstand’s drawer. I shuffled about and located a condom and a tiny bottle of strawberry flavored lube. “How do you want me?”

  “Fuck, I don’t know,” she admitted, a little breathless. “Whichever way you want.”

  I smirked, rolling on the condom with ease. “Very well,” I replied, licking my lips.

  I easily lifted her and rolled her over, forcing her to get up on her hands and knees. I ravenously grabbed at her ass, more than a little turned on by how soft her skin was. I lined my cock up with her pussy and pressed in slowly, doing my best to distract myself with thoughts of duties back home. Hannah felt good. Too good. So good that our evening together was going to be over far too quickly if I didn’t concentrate. My top priority was pleasing her, so that was exactly what I was going to do.

  I reached around and grabbed her tits, teasing at her nipples between my fingers as I rolled my hips against her. Hannah gripped at the sheets, laying her head down on a pillow as I set the pace. Her pussy was so wonderfully warm and slick and tight. I could feel her walls pulsing around my cock as I shoved into her. The sounds she made spurred me on, whining and groaning and whimpering for more. As I snapped into her a little faster, a little harder, I snaked a hand down to tease her swollen clit. Hannah shuddered, breathed harder.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “Oh, just like that! You’re going to make me cum. Please, fuck me harder.”

  I liked how devilishly wild this girl was. I didn’t expect to get lucky when I invited her to the party. I was definitely glad for the way things turned out that evening.

  I fucked her hard. It was alarming how quickly things turned animalistic, my body moving of its own volition in search of friction and release. It wasn’t long before Hannah shuddered beneath my weight, practically screaming into the pillow supporting her head as she came hard. The tight walls of her pussy clamped down around me, offering me the resistance I needed to climax, too. I emptied into the condom, breathing hard as something electric spread from more core to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  We collapsed onto the bed together, blissed out of our minds as the party in the living room continued well into the early hours of the morning. The bedroom walls were thick enough to muffle out most of the noise, so when I came back from the bathroom after having ditched the condom and cleaned up a bit, it was easy to slip under the covers with Hannah beside me. I must have been really good, because she was out like a light by the time I returned. I admired the gentle fall of her hair and the fullness of her thick lashes before sleep claimed me, too.

  3

  Hannah

  Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no.

  Did I really just have a one-night stand with a hotel customer? If my supervisor ever found out, I was so going to be fired. But despite the trouble that I knew I was in, I couldn’t help but feel absolutely fantastic. I was a little tipsy last night, but that was by design. I knew that I needed to get a couple of drinks in me to muster up the courage to sleep with William. I swore it was completely out of character for me. I liked to live life to the fullest, but that didn’t necessarily mean I was a Girls Gone Wild kind of gal. Of course, there wasn’t anything wrong with being at peace with one’s sexuality. I just wasn’t the type to jump the bones of the first guy who showed mild interest in me.

  I awoke around the crack of dawn, the sunlight streaming in through the bedroom curtain hitting me right in the eyes. It was almost like Mother Nature was looking out for me, the ray of sunshine a warning for me to sneak out as soon as possible. I managed to locate my dress on the floor and slip back into it, tiptoeing about so that I didn’t wake William.

  He snored softly, laying on his back spread-eagle on the massive bed. He looked at peace, handsome in the soft glow of the morning sun. Last night had been magical. It was raw and rough and exactly what I thought I needed to get out of the funk that was my life. It was fun, freeing. But I knew it couldn’t last forever. I had to go back to my life working full-time as a hotel receptionist. William had to go back eventually to do… Well, whatever it was that he did. Talking hadn’t exactly been something we were interested in using our mouths for last night.

  I snuck out of the bedroom and carefully maneuvered my way through the living room to the front door. A number of party guests were passed out on the floor, on nearby furniture. A few of them were starting to stir, so I thought it was best to move quickly to avoid any unnecessary attention. The second I stepped out into the hallway, I breathed in the cool, crisp air. The hotel suite smelled of sweat and a mix of expensive cologne, perfume, and spilled alcohol. I hopped into the elevator and travelled all the way down to the ground floor, expertly sneaking through the halls to the tiny room at the dead-end of the east wing.

  Yes, that was right. Not only did I work in the hotel, I lived there, too.

  A year ago, after Milton broke up with me, I had nowhere to go. Even though it was my furniture that filled the apartment, it was his name that was on the lease. So, when things ultimately ended between us, he wound up kicking me out. I was allowed to come back for a suitcase full of clothes and things like my laptop and phone, but that was about it. Milton got the better half of stuff after our split, and I was still incredibly bitter about it.

  I managed to sweet talk my manager into a pay cut if he allowed me to also work for room and board. I knew for a fact that the hotel had several smaller rooms, usually used during peak travel season. They were uncomfortable and cramped, and the hotel liked to charge weary travelers and arm and leg for them if they were desperate enough. The room was big enough for me to stretch my arms out in both directions, but it was really no larger than the janitor’s closet.

  Was it sad? Yes. But I had too much pride to ask my family for help.

  But on the plus side, I was never late to work because I technically never left. I liked to look for silver linings, even if they were barely there.

  Since I worked the graveyard shift last night, I wasn’t scheduled to work until later that evening. I gladly took the free time I had to hop into a nice, hot shower. As the water trickled over my head and spilled down my shoulders and back, soaking my feet right through, I thought about William. I liked the sensation of his large hands on my body, adored how he tasted on my tongue. I was a little torn between wanting to see him again, and wanting to avoid him entirely. Last night was a fluke, a throwaway, casual experience. I wasn’t exactly in the right mindset or place in my life to actually consider anything more than that.

  Last night had been fun, but I promised that that was that. I couldn’t risk losing my job over some guy. An incredibly gorgeous, sexy, built like a Michelangelo statue guy.

  By the time my shift rolled around, I slipped into a fresh uniform and made my way to the receptionist desk. It was a nice, quiet Wednesday evening. The hotel lobby was ghostly quiet, and there didn’t appear to be much traffic just outside the hotel’s main doors. I wasn’t exactly dealing with a terrible hangover, but I was still grateful for the silence. My mind was still replaying my night with William over and over again in my head, and I much preferred to be alone with my thoughts than try and force a polite smile and deal with customers while partially turned on.

  Yeah, no. That would be too weird.

  Cathy was already busy filing paperwork by the time I clocked in. Her nose was still a little red and runny, dark circles beneath her eyes, but she looked a lot better than she had in days previous. Her bright red mess of curls was pulled up into a messy bun, strands of wild hair falling before her face. Her uniform was a little wrinkled, and she definitely looked like she could use some more sleep. She was absent-mindedly doodling circles onto the corner of a document she’d printed out. I wasn’t entirely sure if the cold medicine she was on had left her feeling a bit delirious or not.

  She took one look at me and gasped, placing a sassy hand on her hip.

  “Who was he?” she demanded. Her voice was crackly and weak. Her nose was probably stuffed up, too, because she sounded abnormally nasal.

  I giggled uncomfortably. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “I can’t believe this,” she muttered, trying to appear bitterer than she really was. “I call in sick and you still manage to get a good lay in. Where do you even find the time?”

  I adjusted the fold of my shirt collar and cleared my throat. “Are we expecting any reservations this evening?”

  “Fine, ignore me. I’ll remember that the next time you want to hear about the latest maid gossip. You’ll never believe what Sherry found in room twenty-seven.”

  “What?” I asked, my curiosity a reflex.

  Cathy clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Nuh-uh. You first.”

  I pressed my lips together into a thin line. I loved hearing about all the sordid tales the cleaning crew had to share. People would be surprised at what the hotel maids knew. It was apparently very common for guests to forget their sex toys and other scandalous items. We obviously had to throw them away for sanitary purposes, but it was always a hoot to discover that the cute little old couple that checked in the previous night were busy getting their freak on.

  Despite how badly I wanted to know what Sherry found, I decided against saying anything. I shook my head. “I think you’ve got a fever or something. I really didn’t do anything interesting last night.”

  Cathy squinted at me like she didn’t believe me. She threw her hands up in the air and nodded in defeat. “Yeah, okay. Maybe I’m a bit loopy off my cough medicine.”

  “Are you feeling any better?”

  She made a sound that was halfway between a grunt and a cough. “I’m alive, I guess.”

  I giggled. “That’s the main thing, right?”

  “Are you ladies having a good evening?” asked a familiar voice.

  I turned, jumping a bit in surprise. I was greeted by William’s warm, charming smile. I was partially thankful that Cathy pushed me out of the way to address the handsome man standing on the other side of the counter because I honestly couldn’t think of anything to say.

  “Hello,” Cathy said as smoothly as she could. Considering her nose was plugged up, I would have at least given her points for the effort. “May I help you, sir?”

  William chuckled, glancing down at his hands. He almost looked bashful. “I was actually hoping to speak with Miss Milch, if that’s alright?”

  Cathy raised both her eyebrows at me and shot me an ooh-I-knew-you-were-a-liar-but-damn-you-scored-a-good-one smile. She hooked her arm in mine and practically dragged me forward, patting me on the back for encouragement.

  “Here she is,” she said, deliberately loud so I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t hear them speaking. I made a mental note to thank her later. What a pal.

  “Um, hi,” I said, voice weirdly shaky. What was I so nervous for? I was fairly certain William knew it was just a one-night stand. Nothing to be awkward about, right?

  “How are you?” he asked casually. Super casual. The epitome of casual. How was this man able to have my heart pounding with just three simple words?

  “I’m good. Uh, you? How are you enjoying your stay? I hope everything’s good?”

  William smiled. It damn near blinded me because it was so dazzling. “I must say, the service has been excellent.”