Page 69 of Swamp Kings 1

He grabbed her waist and jerked her against him, burying his mouth in her neck. “We were worried you would freak out.”

“Of course I would! How bad is it, do they even know?”

“I don’t know what they know.”

“What all can’t you remember? About us?”

Fuck.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, scrambling to turn in his arms and look at him. “What do you remember about us?”

He put his forehead against hers. “I’ll get every memory back if I have to go into the ether-verse and get it myself.”

“Legend, answer me!”

“Legend,” he said.

“That’s your name! Legend Solomon Boxley. My poor husband,” she cried, holding his face, and petting it. “This isn’t funny, this is serious.”

“I’m having a hard time caring about memories when you’re standing here being so beautiful. We can make more, we already started.”

She pushed out of his embrace and finished righting her clothes, turning. “Zip this please,” she said, moving her hair.

He did, kissing her cheek. “How did I end up with the most beautiful woman in the world is what I want to know.”

She sputtered out a cute snort. “Well, it’s quite a fascinating story,” she assured. “I’m finding Harlow.”

He snatched her arm, pulling her back. “Can’t we wait until in the morning? I take it we have a home near here?”

“Oh my God, you don’t remember anything? Where we are and why? And you’re not even bothered by it!”

“Shhhhh,” he whispered on her mouth. “One night with you. No distractions. All the problems I don’t remember can come tomorrow. Something tells me I’m the kind of man that is over worked and can stand the tiny break.” He lifted her in his arms, smiling at her shocked gasp.

“Legend Boxley, what are you about?”

“Fuck, you have a cute accent,” he realized. “Where are you from? Which way is our home? Can we walk to it, or do we have to drive? Not sure what all I remember how to do, but my instincts seem to remember the things I touch. I knew your body, your pussy. Your scent,” he murmured, nuzzling her ear as he made it to the door. “Which way, wife? Take us to our private quarters.”

“Quarters?” she wondered, eyes sizzling on his with a smile. “You remember you’re a King?”

“A King?” he said, interested. “What kind of King am I?”

She lowered her gaze to his mouth. “The very best King.MyKing.”

He lowered and took her mouth in a hungry kiss. “Am I a nasty King? I feel like I’m a very nasty King. You need to help me remember these things.”

“Maybe I’ll let you relearn everything.”

He stabbed his tongue in her mouth with a groan. “Fuck, I like that idea.”

She sank her fingers in his hair and pulled, returning his aggression. “I’ll have to relearn what my King likes too. Maybe I’ll like this new King more than the other one.”

“Yes,” he agreed, pulling her hair back, forcing her head back to reach her neck. “Fuck that other King.”

She burst out in giggles. “Ourquartersare through that door,” she whispered, pointing to a set before them.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Nidev went straight to his room when he entered his apartment and stripped out of his clothes. He wouldn’t shower first, he needed to hear her voice while jacking off. Once under his covers, he drew his knees up and opened his legs, allowing the lust to flood in. Fuck yes. Finally. He pulled his phone out and dialed her number.

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