Page 20 of Forgotten Prince


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“I thought about it, but you seemed content to go to sleep after…”

My senses heighten, noticing his breath growing more ragged with need. Jakob’s thigh gently nudges between my legs. “After what?” I ask with no clue what he means and not really caring what he’s babbling about.

He pulls back from making out with my chest and meets my gaze. “After.”

After?

Then it hits me.

Oh gods. Oh, hell no.

“You…you heard that?”

He heard me masturbating with my butterfly wand!

Shit.

Of course he did. I live in a cottage the size of a toaster; you can hear everything.

Jakob nods slowly, a gleam in his eyes. I groan in embarrassment.

This might be the most humiliating moment of my life.

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Jakob

Embarrassing her was not my intention. But intentions don’t change the effect.

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” Her eyes are wide with outrage, but I see the faintest hint of a smile that she can’t seem to control.

“I shouldn’t have listened.”

“No,” she agrees. “You shouldn’t have.”

A moment of silence passes, both of us waiting for the other to speak.

“But to be fair,” she adds, “I should have been quieter.”

I shake my head, desperate to dismiss any guilt she may think she shares in the matter.

“And I should have tried harder not to listen.”

She nods.

“And,” I guiltily add, “I definitely shouldn’t have touched myself afterward.”

“Excuse me?”

I’m just going to let that simmer.

Backing away from Jo, I turn away and stride toward the sofa, looking for anything to hide the tent I’m pitching.

“Never mind.”

“No. Just a minute.” I hear her moving through the kitchen. “You said ‘afterward.’ After what?”

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