LOGINHe kissed her over and over again, and she responded: she said yes. All female heat and need; so soft and curved against his muscle and hard planes. King kissed her like he owned her and she ached to just let him take her. Any way he wanted; as many times as she could take him. King shifted her again, held almost her whole weight on one massive forearm, freeing his other hand to move over her now. His fingers tightened on her cheek as he kissed her, the metal of his rings cool against her flushed skin, then he moved his hand down her body. She arched when he caressed her throat and stroked down slowly. **** Naomi Abbott had it all once: talent, success, momentum. Now she runs a nonprofit art program for autistic adults and counts her days sober instead of her sales. She’s smart, beautiful, and barely holding herself together. One year into recovery, Naomi knows the rules: no chaos, no temptation, and absolutely no romance. Especially not with him. Matt “King” Kingston is danger wrapped in muscle, a scowling ex-Marine with a garage, a shadowy side hustle, and a laser-focused obsession with Naomi. He wants her. All of her. And he’s never been good at walking away. But the closer he gets, the harder she resists... because letting King in means risking everything she’s fought to rebuild. As trust grows and walls crack, King becomes Naomi’s anchor. Until she spirals. When the past comes roaring back, Naomi must decide if she’s strong enough to survive it... and if King’s love can endure the wreckage.
View MoreHe felt it and with a groan, he sped up. His grunts echoed in her ear, his cock slammed into her, his hands held her in place for him to drive his length home, over and over again. Her muscles started to ripple on him, long waves of pleasure, and the clenching and loosening sent him over the edge. With a growl, he thrust into her as hard as he could, and that was what she needed. She came with a scream, her whole body shaking with the force of her climax. King bit down on her shoulder as he plunged once, twice more. He erupted, his fingers digging into her hips, his whole body locked tight. He forgot to breathe, and he felt dizzy as stars exploded behind his eyelids.“Jesus,” he breathed, running his hands over and over her body. “Jesus, Naomi.”“Yeah,” she agreed, still panting. “I'm with you.”“Are you?” he asked, turning her face to his. “With me?”“All the way.”“You promise me?” His eyes were holding her in place. “You'll move in with me? Be with me all the time? Open up to me, a
Her tears came now, and he opened his arms. She walked into them, pressed her whole body against his. He lowered his lips to her neck and mouthed tiny kisses along it, his lips gentle and warm. Matt’s scent washed over her, and its familiarity was both sexy and comforting.“I’m sorry for making you wait for me,” Naomi whispered to his chest. “You deserved better than that.”“No.” He lifted her chin and rested his forehead on hers. “I deserved you at your best, and for that to happen, you needed time. I’d have waited forever to see you truly happy and confident.”“I am now.” She smiled. “I promise you, I’ve got myself back.” She paused. “Or maybe I’ve got myself for the first time in my whole life.”He had no words anymore, so King kissed her, hoping that everything he was thinking and feeling could be communicated that way. He knew right away that she both heard him and felt him: she moaned and arched into his kiss.“Matt?”“Yeah, honey?”“Make love to me.”His whole body went hard. “W
So King held on. And as the last dark and chilly winter days faded away, and spring broke, he felt his spirits rise. The city was slowly, tentatively, starting to blossom. Green was shyly appearing everywhere he looked, and flower buds were peeking out at the world, wondering if it was safe to come out now.When Naomi finally called on that warm day in early April, he was at home making dinner. When he saw her name come up on his cell phone, he dropped the strainer full of rice straight on to the floor, and truly didn’t give a crap.“Naomi.”“Hi, Matt.” She sounded happy. “How are you?”“I just dropped a whole package of rice on the floor.”She paused. “Cooked or uncooked?”“Cooked and steaming hot.”She laughed. “Sorry to hear that.”“How are you?”“Good. I’m really good.” He heard her take a deep breath. “Can I see you?”Jesus Christ, yes. Anytime, anywhere. “Yes. When?”“Now?”He was already moving towards the door, grabbing his jacket. “Baby, where are you?”“At work. Can you meet
Three weeks laterAidan slid the beer across the bar to King without a word, then he waited. He knew King was there to talk and Aidan wasn’t about to push. Carefully, he observed King, taking him in. He hadn’t been around too much lately, and Aidan had started to worry, maybe just a little bit.King was here now, though, just walking on into the bar at four o’clock on a Wednesday afternoon like that was his normal thing. He looked uncertain and unbalanced, like he’d been hit over the head with something heavy. Then again, he had been… not literally, of course, but man. Aidan knew damn good and well that love could deliver one hell of a wallop when it wanted to.So here King was, shifting around on his feet like a high school boy standing next to his locker and asking his crush to the prom. Aidan crossed his arms loosely, waited some more. But as the seconds ticked on by, he realized that King didn’t have the first fucking clue what to say, how to put into words what he really wanted to
He shrugged and opened his hands. “And that was it… you started your organization. The workshops are fun and free, and are safe places for autistic adults to go during the day so that their families can get to work or school or whatever. But you also have a real eye for spotting talent, and when so
“OK, well, let’s get a few things straight, huh?” he snapped.Naomi felt misery start to spread through her at the tone in his voice. He was angry now, and this was a big trigger for her… she hated when people were angry at her. She was bad at confrontation and worse at sticking to her guns, even w
“Naomi. Hi.” He stood up and came around the desk to meet her. “How are you?”“Fine, Mr. Kingston.”He paused. Mr. Kingston? “Please call me King, Naomi.” God, I want her to scream that while I take her, hard and deep. “Maybe you want some coffee?”“No, thank you, Mr. Kingston.” He really looked a
The next morning, Naomi walked into King’s Garage, officially and totally freaked out. She looked around, uncomfortable in this overly masculine environment bristling with testosterone and unfamiliar smells and loud noises. She knew it was ridiculous, but she half-expected to see a bunch of guys in






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