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“Not there, honey. Kiss the cock and tell King Cock what you want from him.”

Her eyes glazed with longing, Amanda pulls my thumb out of her mouth and leans forward. Her lips graze the front of my jeans.

I tangle a hand in her hair and pull her head back. “Kiss it like you mean it.”

She presses her lips forcefully against my crotch and I bite back a groan. “That’s right. Now tell it what you want.”

Her voice low, she says, “I want you to do me.”

“Do you? What do you mean?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“He can’t hear you. Say it again.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she says hoarsely.

I pull her away from my body and look deep into her eyes. “Your wish is the king’s command.”

Chapter 6

Amanda

I’m a mess. A hot, horny one at that. As Leo and I walk back toward the house, I’m wondering what he has in mind. I don’t have to wait long before he says, “Pack a change of clothes.”

“Are we going somewhere overnight?”

He shakes his head, a devilish smile on his lips. “No.”

“What exactly does King Cock have in mind?”

He swats me on the ass. “Be patient, honey.”

That’s easy for him to say. I hurry into the bedroom and take a set of clothes, shoving them into a bag faster than I’ve ever moved in my life. I’m fueled by a desire that’s taking control of my thoughts and my body. I have one word on my mind. Leo.

Leo in me.Okay, so three words.

Once I have my clothes, I return downstairs to find him waiting.

“Can you ride?”

“You?”

He laughs.What a beautiful sound.

“A horse, honey.”

“Yes.” After I was taken from the Home, I was adopted by a couple who owned a farm. They weren’t looking for a child, they were looking for a farmhand. I shut down the memory.

It doesn’t matter now. None of it does. I have Leo back.

We head out where he’s already saddled two horses. He helps me up, then swiftly mounts his horse.

I can’t keep my attention off him. The way he sits tall in the saddle. The way his jeans pull tight over his thighs. The way his shirt clings to his chiseled physique.

We ride and time crawls by agonizingly slow. I’m both excited and full of trepidation. I want Leo, but I’m as green as the grass beneath my horse’s feet when it comes to sex. Not when it comes to my own body. There, I get an A+ for doing myself. But being with Leo?

He’s my hero. And what if I disappoint my hero because I fumble by saying or doing something that’s a turn-off? What if after we sleep together, he’s sure we’re better as friends?

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