Page 44 of Echoes of Temptation

“It won’t be mentioned again after today,” Ghost tells me. “Put me down for a chocolate shake, Jax.”

I toss my head back and laugh when Jax sends a glare my way. He smooths his face with a small smile as he leaves the building.

“I think we should all stay here tonight,” Bitsy says.

I know there are rooms here, I’ve stayed in one for an entire week. But I also know there aren’t enough rooms for everyone. I look around and see the couches. Maybe I can sleep in one of them. It wouldn’t be so bad.

“I don’t fucking think so, baby,” King growls in my ear. “You will be in my bed right beside me. Tucked nice and safely right where I can cuddle you.”

I mean, when he puts it that way.

“I’m tired,” I say, causing those around me to laugh.

“I’m taking my woman to bed,” King announces. “See you all in the morning.”

“Wait,” I protest as he grips my hand and starts to lead me away. “I was teasing. I’m not tired. What about my ice cream?”

“I’ll get you one tomorrow.”

Well, alrighty then.

“Goodnight, everyone,” I yell.

“Strip, baby,” he orders once we’re in his room.

“Uhm.”

Sex. Is he wanting sex? Oh, my goodness. I’m a virgin. I have no idea how to please a man. Am I even ready for this?

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he clarifies. “Keep your panties on, though. It’s going to be hard enough to keep my dick away from you as it is.”

“I’m a big girl, King,” I remind him. “Your shirt isn’t going to fit me like a nightgown. It won’t flow halfway down to my knees like it would on your average-sized woman.”

“I don’t give a fuck if it only fits you like a bra,” he growls. “I want my shirt on your sexy body. Now, remove your clothes, baby.”

Fear threatens to drown me. Doesn’t he understand what I’m trying to say?

“I have side rolls,” I say, taking a step back. “And a large mole on the center of my lower back. My belly hangs down and I have stretch marks. My hips are wide, my butt is massive and the only time there is a gap between my legs is when I spread them to put my pants on.”

“One day,” he says, sitting on the side of the bed. “You will truly believe how beautiful I think you are. But, for now, let’s address a few of your worries. I love rolls. Be it on your side, on your stomach, or your back. I love being able to grip them anytime I want. Your stomach hanging low doesn’t bother me. When I need a break from eating your pussy, because I will need that break, baby, I plan to feast like a fucking king, I can rest my head right on that stomach. I can grip your hips when I’m making you mine. The very thought of that ass bouncing with each of my thrusts has made my dick hard for months just thinking about it. As for that gap missing between your legs. Baby, if you want a thigh gap that badly, I will be more than willing to volunteer myself to keep those legs spread as often and as long as you want.”

“Wow,” I whisper.

“Any more concerns?” he asks, completely serious.

“Not that I can think of,” I admit, still not fully recovered from that bomb he just tossed my way.

“Come here.”

Blindly, I walk until I’m standing between his legs.

Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he simply stares at me. With a deep breath, I nod.

The very first man to see me naked is one who looks like he was sculpted out of the clay that made the gods. He’s perfect.

He lifts my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. The sound coming from the man’s chest could very easily be confused with a lion growling.

He’s growling.

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