Page 123 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

“What are you thinking, Dandelion?”

“Great party, but I’m happy it’s just you and me again.”

“Me, too. Thanks for making that so special for them.” I tugged her close and tipped her head up to look at me.

“Of course. I loved doing it.”

“Yeah? You look pretty tired. You want to go to bed?”

She shook her head, and her teeth sank into that juicy bottom lip of hers. “I’ve got something else in mind.”

“Tell me. Your wish is my command,” I said, as she took my hand and led me to the kitchen.

“Really? Anything I want? I don’t see a fluffball around to wish on.”

I pressed my hand to my heart. “It’s right here, baby. You tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Oh, I see. You’re my own personal fluffball?”

She paused in front of the kitchen island, and I wrapped my hands around her waist and lifted her to sit on the island. I moved close and smirked. “I’d prefer something more masculine. Like, Captain Wishmaker or Sexy Alpha Wishmaker.”

Her head fell back in laughter. “Got it.”

“So, tell me, Saylor,” I said, my voice all tease. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, Sexy Alpha Captain of all wishes… I was thinking we share a piece of cake and a glass of wine in the bathtub. And then we can see where things go from there.”

“Cake, wine, and your naked body. Is this your wish or mine?” I pushed up and kissed her hard before moving back and walking toward the refrigerator. I pulled the cake out and placed an unusually large slice onto a paper plate before pouring a large glass of wine for us to share. “Stay right here.”

I took the cake and the wine into our bathroom and set it on the edge of the tub before turning on the water and pouring in the bubbles that Saylor loved.

I made my way back to where she was leaning back on her elbows, eyes closed. She’d worked her ass off for this party, and I knew she was exhausted. I tugged her dress up before scooping her up, her legs coming around my waist and her arms coming around my neck.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go eat cake in the tub.”

“Said the sexiest man on the planet,” she purred. “Thanks for doing this.”

I set her feet on the floor and turned her around and unzipped her dress. It fell into a heap on the floor, and then I turned her back around and dropped to my knees, pulling her lacy panties down her thighs so she was standing there completely bare. She tied her hair into a messy knot on top of her head as I pushed to my feet.

I had zero patience, and I fumbled with the buttons on my dress shirt before just ripping it apart. She stood there laughing as the buttons bounced off the tile floor. I pushed my jeans and briefs down my legs and walked her to the tub. Once I slipped into the hot water, I held my hand out for her to join me. When I’d built this house, I didn’t give two shits about the tub, but I’d found a deal on an oversized Jacuzzi at the time, and I’d decided it would be good for the value of the home.

Fuck that.

It was one of the best decisions I’d ever made. We’d spent a lot of time in this tub together. My girl was a horse-riding, romance-reading mermaid, and she loved to end our days right here.

She sat facing me, one leg on each side, her ass settled on my thighs. I reached for the cake and forked off a bite for her and fed it to her. She closed her eyes and groaned as she chewed. I gave myself a bite, but I wasn’t groaning because of the cake. I was groaning because her sweet pussy was rubbing up against my erection.

She reached for the wine, holding it to my lips first as I took a sip, and she did the same.

We talked about the party, and we laughed and ate some more cake and drank some more wine until the water started to cool off.

“Do you want me to top it off with more hot water?” I asked, because sometimes we did that.

She shook her head, a wicked grin spread across her beautiful face. “Nope.”

“No?”

“I want to get out of the tub and ride my cowboy for a while.”

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