Page 29 of Claiming What's His

I sigh, reaching for my door handle, but King is already there opening it for me. I turn, but before I can even step out, he’s pulling me into his arms to carry me inside.

“I can walk,” I tell him, even though I enjoy the closeness.

“I just need you to be in my arms today, baby,” King hums, carrying me straight inside and besides locking the door, he doesn’t stop until we are in the bedroom.

“Is everything okay?” I ask as he sets me down on the bed.

“You need a hot shower to help you relax,” King explains while walking across the hall. “I’m going to make sure you do that.” I listen as he turns the squeaky knobs of my shower to adjust the temperature.

“That does sound like heaven,” I utter, starting to undress. Nerves start to dance in belly at the thought of being naked in front of him again. I spot a towel on the floor from my shower this morning. Once I’m naked I wrap it over my body because I can’t find my robe. I know it’s in here somewhere since he practically ripped it off me last night.

“Babe, we need to talk about getting a new place,” King calls from the bathroom.

“I like my place and rent is cheap enough to let me put money away.”

“Why are you saving money?”

“Because I want to.”

“C’mon, Shelbers. Why are you living on a budget to put money back and working overtime when you don’t need to."

I frown at him just as he walks in as I’m securing the towel.

“Why is this important?” I ask, quirking my eyebrow.

“Because you’re my woman, and I want to know what is going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I’m your woman?” I ask, staring at him.

His eyes roam down my body before coming back up to my face. “Babe, I told you I was claiming you and exactly what my plans are.”

“Do I get a say in this?”

“If you don’t agree, I will just have to work harder on convincing you.”

I laugh, smiling softly at him. “How is it that you manage to make me smile even when I’ve had one of the worst days I can remember?”

“It’s a gift,” he says with a shrug, as he leans down kissing me just long enough for heat to fill my body.

“Now why are you saving money? What’s the big secret?”

“What if I’m just saving for a boob job?” I ask him, watching his face scrunch up in dislike.

“Boob job?” he asks.

“Yeah, you know to make them perkier, tighter, bigger. I’m thinking something you can bounce a quarter off.”

“Baby, if you touch these gorgeous tits at all you’re going to accomplish is making me very unhappy,” he tells me, pulling the towel away from my body. My surprised breath escapes and echoes around us.

He looks me over before scooping me up into his arms, carrying me to the shower.

King gently sets me on my feet in the warm spray as I peek out of the curtain to watch him strip his own clothes away. The minute he unbuttons his pants, my mouth goes dry. The outline of his cock in his boxer briefs makes me feel as if I’m on fire. He meets my gaze and then pushes them down off his lean, muscular toned body. King really is a work of art. He has the type of physique that the masters would make statues of in the past. When he stands there, grinning at me, his large, thick cock jerking and stretching out toward me, my brain is short circuited.

“Like what you see, babe?” he chuckles as he steps into the shower with me.

“I think I’m more worried about how you’re going to fit,” I respond honestly, as he gently pushes my head back into the spray.

I planned on touching him and memorizing his body, but my mind goes hazy as his strong fingers massage shampoo into my hair, lathering it up and rinsing it. By the time he’s done, I feel like putty in his hands.

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