Page 48 of Tempting the King

It takes me a moment to find the book on the shelves, and if I didn’t know it was impossible, I’d think it was the same copy I had all those years ago. I pull Anne Of Green Gables from the shelf, my fingers trembling, then look up into King’s eyes.

“Did you remember I told you about this book? This can’t be coincidence.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “It isn’t coincidence, baby. You told me how that book changed your life, and I called and he said he had a first edition. It’s fate baby.”

“This is crazy. It looks like the exact same book.”

“Open it up.” He grins, and I do as he says, turning to the title page.

And see my own childlike handwriting, where I wrote my name in pencil. Faded now, but clearly visible. Along with a brand-new inscription.

I’m gonna make all your dreams come true, Firecracker. – Love, King

“You make me feel like a king, baby. Like I’ve never taken a breath before you.”

We’re back in the hotel room, doing what we seem to do best. Fire and ice.

He pulls my head down to his, his cock still stuffed inside my battered opening, until our foreheads meet.

“I still think I’m going to wake up in the hospital after some horrible accident and realize all this was a dream.”

“All I know, I need to be touching you. I need to be inside you. Not just your body, but your head, too.” He breathes in as I exhale. “I’m impulsive and a wild card, but I also know what I feel. I fucking love you. I’ve never said that, and maybe now is not the time, but I can’t hold it in anymore, baby.”

I let out a little hiccup, then a whimper. Love.

His hands fall to my hips, rocking me slowly up and back, his still-stiff length moving inside me, wetness and his sticky release making sexy sounds between us.

As if to punctuate this moment as only this crazy man can, he slips his hand around the round flesh of my rear and pushes a finger against my tight back opening, making me hiss and purr.

“You have anything to say to me?” he growls, applying more pressure. “I want you to always remember the first time you said you loved me. And what says happy memory more than getting a finger in your ass?”

Laughter burst from my lips. “You are crazy.”

“Crazy in love.” More pressure, more finger moving inside of me, making it hard to think. “Stop thinking so much. Just feel. I’m inside you, aren’t I? Dick, finger, heart, head, just admit it, baby. It’s okay to be crazy sometimes.”

There is a newness shining in his eyes. The edge he had that first day has softened, and I hope to God what’s happening between us doesn’t hurt his game, but I can’t deny what he is saying.

“I do. I do love you. I can’t believe it. But, I do.”

His chest puffs and his cock jerks inside me as he pumps his finger in and out of my ass. “Someday, when our kids ask, ‘Mommy, when was the first time Daddy told you he loved you?’, I’m going to sit back and let you tell the story.”

“You’re impossible.” I lift up, looking at the ceiling as tension gathers in that overworked bundle of nerves.

“I’ll never let you go. You need to come to terms with that. All that seed you’ve taken? That’s me, staking my claim. I’m in it to win it, baby.”

Our movements turn feral. He bucks up as I move down, one finger, then two pushing into my back entrance, making wicked, fevered bliss roll up on me out of nowhere.

The orgasm knocks the air from my lungs as King bellows to the ceiling, filling me with another round of sticky heat, and I wonder where the old Emee has gone.

After I come down, King eases me off, and I lie back on the pillow, spent, out of breath and happier than I’ve ever been in my life. We’re together, one, and I have to accept that. It wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t go out looking for this with one of my clients, but he loves me. He’s shown me in so many ways, and doesn’t everyone just want to be loved like that, in the end?

So, here I am, watching his chest rise and fall ignoring the potential impending doom of my actions.

Something inside me has shifted. There are so many reasons this could blow up in both of our faces.

What if King’s no sex superstition would actually hurt his game?

Then, there’s the chance things could go sour and he could even turn me in to the ethics board.

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