Page 52 of Swamp Kings 1

“So, you have a game plan for that?”

She regarded him. “For what?”

“Bases. What’s the perfect play a guy can make? Holding hands, base one. Kissing base two? What’s a homerun for you? A foul ball?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Are you mocking me? I can’t tell.”

“No, I’m genuinely curious and ignorant on these matters as you now know.”

Her exuberant laugh cleared the way. “Holding hands, yes, first base. Second base, a kiss. Third base…” she squinted up. “A confession.”

“A confession?”

Slow, steady nod. “Declaring his intention.”

“And then?”

“And then…” She threw up her hands. “No clue! Haven’t made it to that. Obviously I’m not a virgin but I’ve never done the whole date scene.”

His demons exploded out of their cage and gnawed on the head of his dick at that announcement.Thankfully, the propped position of his leg hid his massive hard on. “Well, don’t brag, I haven’t been to any bases,” he said, bringing her beautiful laugh.

“Awww, you’re so innocent,” she teased. “Probably why I felt safe to have a crush on you. That whole celibacy thing made me brave I think.”

“I’m surprised the rumor about the Kings marrying hasn’t circulated yet.”

He watched her shock like a pervert watching sick porn. “You’re getting married?”

Getting singled out felt like his favorite candy. “That’s the plan.”

Her mouth remained in that oval as he mentally licked and sucked every inch of it. “The Kings agreed to this?”

“Rukem has already taken a wife. Vex is currently taking one. Lore is a day away from taking one.”

“King Lore?” she gasped. “Myteacher?”

“Yes. Did you have a crush on him too?”

The snap of her brows together brought his grin that he held back. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Imply I’m a slut,” she snipped. “You’re the only King I had a crush on. I learned my lesson with youverywell.”

“Did you,” he mildly said, putting both arms on the back of the couch. Her gaze lowered to hischest, and he suddenly wished it was bare to receive such a look.

“And what about you? When are you marrying?”

“When I find a wife. My perfect match.”

She gave a rude snort. “I highly doubt she exists.”

He chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched her. “Ouch, I guess.”

She leaned back and crossed her legs, and his mind got busy mapping out the shape of her ass where it met the leather. He was suddenly in a memory at the pool, with her storming off after he’d reprimanded her for something. He’d intentionally removed his eyes from her furious exit, but that one-piece swimsuit buried between her ass cheeks was clear as day in that second. As he allowed himself to stare at it in the memory, he realized. She hadthemostvoluptuousass.

“It really kind of irks me,” she decided, crossing her arms over her chest, oblivious to the jut she forced on the satin mounds. “How are you supposed to marry a woman with your level of dick-tation to your job? No woman will put up with that.”

“Dictation?”

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