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I smirk, though it doesn’t quite hide the way my stomach flips. “Only if you promise to give me Trent Marchand.”
His eyes spark with mischief. “Ah, I see now. You were playing the long game.”
I laugh. A true, real laugh. It feels… really fucking good.
“Maybe I was.”
King’s eyes rove down to my lips. “I’d say it’s a fair trade. Trent Marchand for daily hand jobs.”
“Promise, Daddy?” I ask, my voice feigning innocence.
Now it’s his turn to laugh, and by the time we get ourselves put together, both of us are flushed and happy.
By the time we unlock the door and step back into the outer office, the air between us feels different. Still charged, still dangerous, but steadier now.
Like maybe, for the first time, neither of us is running.
Epilogue: Happily Ever King
Asher
One YearLater
The city is quiet in that rare, Sunday-morning way—just the sigh of our radiator and the faraway rumble of a bus. Snow catches on the black iron of the fire escape, and the bedroom is lit up with amber light. The only thing I feel is King’s body wrapped around me.
And in me.
It takes me a second to figure out why I feel so turned on and…full.
Hazy memories from the middle of the night come back to me—arms and limbs tangled together, the slide of the lube he used, the low groan he let out when he came inside of me.
And then the sleepy request to fall asleep…in me.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” he says, brushing a stray piece of hair out from in front of my eyes. “I love the idea of falling asleep inside of you, but it’s your call.”
I shrug, reaching up and placing a hand on his cheek. “I’m open to trying it.”
“It’s called cockwarming. It’s… something I’ve always wanted to try,” he adds, looking at me as if he’s analyzing my reaction.
“Then we should try it.”
He’d been hard when he slid into me, and from the feel of it, he’sstillhard now. Also, every time I breath, I movejuuuuustenough to send a jolt of pleasure through my whole body. If the damp sheet underneath me is any indication, King has been teasing me in my sleep all night, because my cock is throbbing and begging for release.
King’s breath moves slow against the back of my neck. I shift my hips, and the rhythm of his breathing stutters just enough to let me know that he’s awake.
“Color?” he murmurs, voice low and sleep-rough.
“Green,” I answer, automatic, a smile tugging at my mouth.
“Such a good boy,” he responds lazily. “Now, sleep.”
“What?” I ask, my voice a huff of outrage.
Chuckling he pulls me closer, which only sends another jolt to where we’re connected. “Think of this as more of a comfort and closeness thing than a sexual thing, Asher.”
“Tell that to your cock,” I mumble, voice petulant.
“Let’s rest. It’s early. If you behave, I’ll reward you later.”
