Page 63 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

I felt his length beneath me, and I rolled off of him and went to reach for the button on his jeans. He wrapped his large hand around my wrist and stopped me.

“Nope. Tonight was about making you feel good. I’ve broken enough rules for one evening. I need to get home.” He kissed my forehead and pushed off the bed. He came around to my side and searched for the blanket before glancing down at the large handprint inside that he’d drawn all those years ago, and he laughed.

He was so tall, with broad shoulders and his hair a disheveled mess—I’d never seen anyone sexier. He tucked the blanket beneath my chin, leaned down, and kissed my forehead.

“You can’t stay?” I asked, regretting the words as they came out of my mouth. I already knew the answer.

“I’ve already crossed the line, Dandelion. I need to go while I can still look at myself in the mirror.”

I rolled my eyes and pushed forward before moving to my feet. “I’ll walk you out. You guys and your stupid pact. It’s ridiculous really.”

He wrapped his fingers around my wrist when I huffed past him. “Hey, don’t do that. You know that I lost my parents before I was old enough to remember them. So that pact, those guys, you… that’s my family. My reason for waking up every day.”

My eyes closed as guilt took over. I was being selfish. I wanted this piece of Kingston I’d probably always wanted since the first time he held my hand as I fell asleep.

I want his heart. All of it.

But it was something he couldn’t give to me.

I nodded as I turned to look at him, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip. “I’m sorry. I’m being a horny asshole, aren’t I?”

“It’s all right. Horny Saylor might be my favorite.” He tugged me closer, his hand finding my ass cheek and lifting me just enough to feel his erection. “Don’t mistake my leaving with me not wanting you. But you can’t always have what you want.”

“Did you just quote the Rolling Stones?”

“Possibly.” He gave me a chaste kiss, pulled his hand away, and made his way to the door. “I’ll stop by the bookstore tomorrow with that little library mailbox thing you asked me to build you. It just needs one more coat of paint, and it’ll be ready.”

“Thanks, King.”

He pulled the door open and turned around. This sexy grin spread across his handsome face, eyes heated as his tongue came out to wet his lips. “For what?”

I gave him a puzzled look. “The library mailbox you built for me?”

“Oh, I thought you were thanking me for letting that greedy pussy of yours rub against my dick.”

My mouth fell open. “You have a filthy mouth.”

“And you fucking love it, don’t you?”

“Please. I barely noticed,” I said over my laughter as I shook my head.

He leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “If you touch yourself thinking about me again tonight, I want you to text me and tell me.”

“Not happening. You have an awfully big ego.”

“Maybe. But it’s not nearly as big as my dick.” He winked and walked right out into the night.

I groaned and closed the door, locking it behind him before padding back down the hall.

I climbed into bed just as my phone vibrated on my nightstand. I looked down and read the text.

King

Touching yourself yet?

Not a chance. I’m not an animal. Goodnight.

But as I squeezed my eyes shut, I felt his lips on mine. I felt his hands on me. I could smell his minty scent on my sheets.

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