King Maker (King Maker 3)

I smiled. “I hope so.”

More for his son than for me. Gabe didn’t have a mom or one who wanted him. I hated the idea he could lose his father.

After he thanked me again and we said our goodbyes, I found myself placing a hand on my belly for the life that grew inside me.

It was time for me to tell the father he was soon to be one.

Luckily, the worst of the morning sickness had passed and I left for work with hope that Kalen could beat this.

The news had been positive about Kalen’s meeting. They hadn’t said he was innocent, but there hadn’t been any unfavorable things said either.

I smiled, hoping that was a win and fell short when I saw a broad-shouldered man standing with his back to me at my door.

Butterflies bloomed in my belly as the devil himself turned around. More surprising yet was the bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Miss Glicks.”

The grin on my face dimmed. We were back to that. I forced myself to not look pained as I maintained an upward curve to my lips.

“Mr. King,” I said in response.

“Can I come in?”

I shook myself out of the stupor I always found myself in when the beautiful man was in my presence.

“Yeah, sure.”

Keys rattled in my hand as I managed to unlock the door and let us both in.

This time I walked farther into the room, but he didn’t.

“Thank you,” he said.

I turned to face him.

“For what?”

He held out the beautiful red roses.

“Oh,” I said, feeling stupid again. I took them from his hand to find something to put them in as he explained.

“Griffin found an email.”

“One?” I asked.

“So far. But he found one that couldn’t have been sent by me.”

“That’s great,” I said, excitement building inside me.

“It is. Thanks to you.”

I settled on a tall glass since I didn’t have a vase. No one had sent me flowers and my budget hadn’t allowed me to make such an unneeded purchase.

“I guess this means you don’t need to marry me,” I said on a forced laugh, not sure how I felt about that.

Just as I set the flowers in the makeshift vase, it tumbled over, water spilling across the counter. I grabbed paper towels to head off the mess. I couldn’t afford to lose my deposit because the wood floors got damaged, assuming they were wood.

Kalen also acted. He bent to save the flowers. But like magnets, being so close we were unable to deny the pull. I glanced up into his eyes, with his mouth only a breath away.

Then our mouths fused together. The water, towels, roses all forgotten as we began pulling at each other’s clothes.

I giggled into his mouth before he moved it to latch onto a freed nipple as an unladylike moan escaped me.

Though he had his fill of my breast, his hand continued to fight with mine so he could completely free me of my blouse.

I was busy trying to unbutton his shirt when I gave up and tore the shirt open, buttons popping everywhere. He didn’t let me finish.

“It’s been too long,” he said.

He stood and lifted me up onto my feet in one swift motion. “It’s time for me to reacquaint myself with your taste.”

He easily cradled me in his arms like I weighed nothing and headed in the direction of my bedroom. There was no need for any directions in my small one bedroom apartment.

Once there he stretched me out on the bed like he was ready to feast on me. I felt the same way and sat up to work his pants off.

That didn’t deter Kalen. He stepped back out, taking my wrist in one hand.

“Not yet, lass.”

I might have sighed hearing him call me that as he went to work to divest me of the rest of my clothes.

One large hand slid up the left side of my rib cage as the other worked on getting off my pants. The cotton fibers felt like silk under his tutelage as his thumb on the other hand rubbed circles over my sensitive nipple.

I leaned backed and lifted my legs so he could slip off my pants.

“This would have been easier if you’d worn a skirt like a good girl, Miss Glicks.”

I wanted not to like him calling me that. But darn if it didn’t turn me on.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” I might have giggled when I realized what I’d said.

He, on the other hand, didn’t look amused.

“I told you to always expect me.”

Then I was falling back, unable to respond as his hand splayed across my chest, gently pressing me back.

When his finger rubbed against my core, I almost forgot the English language. Cursing, however, came easy as I wanted the damnable lace panties I wore off.

Though he’d proven in the past what a useless barrier they were between what he wanted and me.