Page 13 of King’s Kismet

“Sloane.”

“What?”

His voice softened, brow lifting as he blinked rapidly. “Did you just tell me that you love me?”

“Yeah,” I replied, waving my hand dismissively. “And then I asked you how your day was.”

“Well.” My druid exhaled a shaky breath. “It has significantly improved.”

“Mmm, the meal isn’t that good. I won’t be ordering from that Chinese restaurant again.”

“Stop,” he commanded, his smile contagious. “You love me.”

I nodded. “I do. Pretty sure I just said that.”

York rubbed his hand across his face, chuckling to himself. He was up and out of his chair before I could register his movement.

“Gods. I love you too,” he admitted, tugging me from my chair. “I love how difficult you are. I love how smart you are. And I love that I still don’t know when you’re being sarcastic or serious.”

He pulled me into his arms, sweeping me off my feet as he rushed out of the kitchen, through the empty house. I giggled as he took the stairs two at a time.

“I love the way you gaze at every sunrise with the same excitement as the day before,” my druid murmured. “And how beautiful you are after a long day at work.”

“Even when I’m covered in blood?”

York flung open the rooftop door, laying me across the new grass we’d installed last week. He kissed up my thigh as I smiled down at him.

“I love how unashamedly and unabashedly you are Sloane King,” he confessed. “From the spark of chaos in your eyes to the blood that stains your hair. And all the little bits of good and bad in between.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve more than just one of me.”

Naked Bar Crawl

Briggs woke me up as he crawled out of the bed, but I couldn’t complain. Two hours was more than enough rest for me.

It wasn’t like I didn’t wake him up when I got home in the wee hours of the morning.

Half-asleep Briggs was extra sweet and cuddly.

And horny…

Yet another thing I would never complain about.

The sleep sex had left me hoarse and shaky while he simply smirked down at me, finally becoming awake and alert in the middle of our activities. After sharing a chocolate bar and a bottle of water, we’d both passed out.

But not for long.

Now I was staring at his naked ass as he wandered into the bathroom to shower.

“Not that I want you to leave my bed when you look like this…” He popped his head around the corner to let his gaze rove over me. “But if you stay, I won’t get shit done today.”

“What do you have to do that’s more important than keeping me in your bed all morning?” I inquired. “It’s Saturday.”

He grunted. “Are you telling me Sloane King doesn’t have work to do today?”

I rolled my eyes. “I need to find a replacement for Jack tonight, but that’s a problem for Later Sloane. Present Sloane would like to rack up on orgasms and bite marks… And maybe wake everyone up.”