Page 31 of The Merciless King

I’m surprised by his thoughtfulness.

We fucked once more before stopping so he could have his meeting. It was as good as the first time. Only this time, we were in the shower.

Shower sex has always been my favorite fictional sex. Meaning, I never believed a man could truly hold up a woman and make it enjoyable.

I was wrong.

Braxton is strong as hell. Although at this point, I’d be happy with the missionary position all day long if it meant having his magnificent cock inside me.

So far, not one mention of my father.

Or family.

He just desires me.

I feel like I’ve won the lottery and am actively trying to work out how I keep seeing him.

James did an initial check on him, and I know he’ll be digging deeper as they sit downstairs waiting in the car. I consider that, then stop Braxton before he walks out the door.

“My security team is downstairs.”

He turns. “Send them home.”

I shake my head. “Not possible. My father would hunt you down and kill you.”

He frowns. “That would ruin the night.”

I chuckle.

“Tell them to get a room. I’m keeping you until morning.” Then he turns and walks out as a shiver of excitement runs through me.

God, why does this man make my heart flutter when he is so damn rude?

I love it.

CHAPTER EIGHT

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