Page 86 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

I’d always been a man who enjoyed sex. I loved it, actually. It was my favorite kind of escape.

Pleasing the woman I was with had always been something I did before I chased my own pleasure.

And I always delivered.

But pleasing Saylor Woodson was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

Watching her fall apart.

Hearing all the little gasps and moans—it was the hottest thing in the world.

Because it was her.

Everythingwas different because it was her.

This was not a fucking fling. This was so much more, and we both knew it.

I understood why Saylor didn’t want her brother to know or have anyone involved, because she thought it would be too much pressure.

But the truth is—these feelings… that’s where the pressure comes in.

It’s scary as hell to feel this deeply about another person.

Fuck. White vans, bees, and clowns had nothing on this shit.

This was terrifying. Because if I messed this up, I knew I’d never recover.

There was no doubt she was it for me.

I was convinced that Grammie was right all along. I’d most likely fallen for her all those years ago, and nothing else had ever compared.

But how could I have loved her before I ever kissed her or touched her?

I didn’t fucking know.

But I knew that I did.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she whispered, as her head lay on my chest.

“Just thinking about things.”

“Yeah?” She rolled onto her stomach, and her hand drifted down my body as she stroked my dick over the denim of my jeans, and, of course, it was hard as a rock. “I am, too.”

“You don’t need to do that.” I wrapped my fingers around her wrist to stop her.

“King.” She paused as her gaze locked with mine.

“Saylor.”

She smiled. “Don’t be a prude. I want to touch you, too.”

“I promise you, no one has ever called me a prude. You think I don’t want you to touch me?” I released her hand. “I just didn’t want you to feel any pressure.”

She continued moving her hand up and down, and I sucked in a breath. “I don’t feel pressure. I think about touching you all the time.” She pushed up on her knees and reached for the button on my jeans and then the zipper.

I lifted enough so she could shove them down my thighs before pulling on the waistband of my briefs and tugging them down, as well. She licked her lips as she looked up at me.

“Fuck, Saylor. I’m going to come before you even touch me if you keep looking at me like that.” I groaned.

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