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King’s thumb strokes against the back of my hand.
First one, then three more men I don’t recognize, file up the steps.
I feel like we’re standing in their way, but King doesn’t move. He holds his ground, making the men walk around us.
As they step past, I notice they all dip their heads to King, but purposefully keep their eyes off of me.
“It’sall yours.” The way Nero keeps sayingit’smakes the hair on my arms stand up.
King slides his hold up from my hand to my wrist and moves my hand behind him, until my palm is on his back. “The stairs are narrow and steep, so I’ll go first. But keep your hand on my back for balance.”
I open my mouth to respond, but my throat has gone so dry I can’t speak, so I just nod.
My fingers tremble as I keep my hand pressed to his back, listening to the sound of everyone exiting the building, as King starts to descend.
My heart is pounding so hard, I’m afraid it might just stop.
The stairs are steep, like King said, so my hand slides up between his shoulders. And I clutch the fabric of his shirt as I begin to follow him down.
CHAPTER74
King
I keepmy steps slow as we go lower underground.
This might be a mistake.
But it might be amazing.
I just can’t give Savannah any time to overthink it.
CHAPTER75
Savannah
It gets darkerthe further we go, the light at the top of the stairs fading.
But after a few more steps, I notice a new glow, one coming from below.
“Last two steps,” King tells me over his shoulder as he hits the bottom.
There’s a small landing, maybe four feet long, at the bottom of the steps. Beyond that is an open door and another dimly lit room.
King turns to face me, his bulk blocking the room beyond.
His fingers lift and he starts to undo the buttons. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are?”
King’s voice is husky and my nipples practically spring to life.
I shake my head. “I don’t think you have.”
“Then shame on me.” He pushes the shirt off my shoulders. “Because you, little wife, are what wet dreams are made of.” King reaches behind him and drapes the shirt over the door handle.
I want to touch him. Want to undo his shirt like he just did mine, but a muffled sound from the creepy basement room reminds me where we are.
“What was that?” I don’t know if I’m breathless from fear or lust. My brain, my body, has no idea what to focus on.
King leans in close. “A fantasy I didn’t know I had until I met you.”
