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King tilted my head back to look at him. “You are strong, Dahlia. You are just strong in a completely different way than us, one that literally brings us all together. I know it seems normal to you, but the ability to consistently handle six different emotional spectrums while simultaneously loving those six men isn’t easy. You are so in tune with your emotions and those of others that it comes naturally to you. The ability to walk people through that is a strength on its own.”

His words did something to my heart, calming the anxiety I hadn’t even been aware of.

“Yeah?” I asked softly.

“Yeah.” He kissed the top of my head, and I angled myself so my lips could brush his.

“Dahlia—” he warned as I nipped his bottom lip.

“What?” I teased softly.

Unfortunately, before anything fun could happen, his phone went off, causing him to groan. I leaned forward, standing up and stretching my arms above my head as he looked over my body, picking up the phone despite clearly not wanting to.

“What?” he barked into the phone.

King listened before he seemed to relax. “Okay, send her over to the house. She already has clearance.”

I tugged on a robe and frowned, not liking that he was talking about an unknown female.

Wow, possessive much?

“Who was that?” I questioned as he stood up, grabbing a towel. A flash of heat went over me, my breath catching at how hard he was. I didn’t realize how close he was, his hand wrapping around my throat as his thumb ran over my pulse.

“Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to be on your knees.”

I let out a pleased sound as he chuckled softly, kissing me before pulling back. “Normally I would say fuck this appointment, but the designer is here for the house.”

Pure excitement blasted through me. “Really? Who are you using?” I knew most of the local ones.”

“Edwina Lovett.”

I stared at him, my mouth dropping before I grabbed his face urgently. “Are you serious?” I swear to the lord, if he said yes I was going to do a dance.

His smile grew. “Very much so, princess.”

I let out an excited squeal, searing my lips to his before I left the room, my anxiety momentarily forgotten… They had hired freakin’ Lovett! As in Lovett from my favorite design show!

Oh my lord, I was about to pass out… After the appointment.


Tags: M. Sinclair The Shadows of Wildberry Lane Erotic