Page 91 of Exposed

The orgasms.

The sex.

His lips bruise mine, and it happens again. Just like last night and this morning.

I lose myself in his embrace. Heck, I lose myself in him.

The way he groans into my mouth, I’m desperate for him to feel the same way.

King pulls me farther across the console, and I think this is going to turn into what happened in my parking lot last night, when the car dome lights seem like no big deal.

The garage is flooded with bright fluorescents and a scream comes from somewhere outside the haven I’ve found in the special agent who continues to rock my world.

“Oh. My. Lanta! Laken, get out here! He’s kissin’ her!”

King’s hands flex on my jaw where he holds me tight. We stop moving with our mouths fused as one.

“Come here, Lake!”

I open my eyes when I feel King’s exhale caress my face. I try to pull away from him, but he presses his lips to mine once more.

“Well, lookie there,” another voice enters the garage. “I told you.”

I pull away again, and this time, he allows it. I glance toward the house and see an old, round woman who can’t be taller than five feet standing in front of a younger woman with the samecoloring as King, but with blond highlights. A little girl runs in front of both of them. “Uncle King has a girlfriend!”

“And he was kissin’ her,” the old lady announces for the second time and doing it loud enough the neighbors two houses down will know, even with these large lots. “Get in the house so we can meet your lady, King. I’m starving. My dinner time was hours ago. If I don’t eat soon, I’m gonna have nightmares.”

“I don’t want nightmares,” the girl drawls in a way she’s bored with life.

I turn back to King who’s reaching for his phone and keys. “That’s what you get for being difficult.”

I wait for all three females to file back into the house—the one who I assume is Laken is grinning from ear to ear as she shoots her brother an amused expression. I realize she has the same bright blue eyes.

“Let’s go,” King says and climbs out of the car.

I don’t move and stay planted in my seat. I don’t care how hot it might get out here. It’s safer than trying to find my way home by myself, and after that, it’s surely safer than going into the house for dinner.

My door opens, and King holds a hand out for me. “We’ll make it worse if she has to come back out here again.”

“Is that Trippy?” I whisper.

“Yep.” He actually pops the P. I’m not sure if that stems from love or frustration for the elderly woman who raised him.

I refuse to move. “She sort of scares me.”

“She should.” He reaches in to tag my hand and gives me a good yank. “Laken wasn’t kidding when she said Trippy would cut my balls off for a multitude of reasons. One being making her wait to eat. Her dinner has gotten progressively earlier over the years.”

I barely have a chance to grab my purse as he pulls me to my feet. But he doesn’t stop there. He yanks me to his chest, wraps an arm around me, and his hand lands on my bottom.

I look up and deliver a threat that I fully plan to follow through on. “If you embarrass me tonight, I’m going to tell that sweet, old lady that you lied about her being on her deathbed.”

He smiles. “You would do that? I thought you liked my balls. At least you did in the shower last night.”

“Please, don’t embarrass me,” I beg. “You don’t know this about me, but I have an incessant need to give good first impressions. I stress over it.”

He leans down to kiss me, and this time it’s not the devouring kind that hints at energetic sex when we get back to my apartment.

This kiss is a promise.

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