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1.Get risqué behavior in public.

2.I wanna be your slave.

3.Be my Daddy tonight.

4.Slut me up, Mr. King.

CHAPTER – 30

Twinkle

I wake up sore and satisfied in Kingston’s bed the next morning.

Turning to my left, I snuggle deeper into his chest. His arms curl tighter around my ribs. One brawny leg separates my thighs, making his cock brush against my pussy. However, he makes no move to slip inside. He just continues to hug me protectively.

“You passed out on me,” he states in his sleepy voice.

“You wore me out.”

“Guilty.” He chuckles and I playfully bite his nipple, earning a groan. “You looked too sexy and edible last night, Star. I hate that your fantasies are coming to an end. I’ve become addicted to fulfilling them.”

“Don’t worry, being around you fills my head with many more fantasies,” I confess shyly. “Do you even know how hot you are, King?”

Flipping me onto my back, he looms over me and twirls one of my curls around his finger. “You think I’m hot?”

“Ungodly level hot. Make-me-stop-in-my-tracks-and-soak-my-panties-in-one-glance kinda hot.” His grin gets bigger and his eyes soften. “So much so that I’m jealous of every woman who’s had you before me.”

“None of them compare to you, Twinkle,” he says sincerely. “And none own me the way you do.”

“You can’t own a person,” I tease, my chest tightening at his confession. At the glimpse I have into how deep his feelings for me run.

“Yet you do own someone,” he murmurs and places my palm right over his beating heart. “Me.”

Leaning closer, I kiss the same spot and promise, “Then I’ll treasure you. For the record, you own me too.”

“I know.”

“Always so cocky.”

“You love it.”

My gasp gets swallowed by his soft lips, and interchanging our position, he lays me on his chest and orders, “Cuddle me.”

“My pleasure.”

That’s how we spend the next two hours until he has to leave for work. It’s also the moment when it dawns on me that tonight is New Year’s Eve.

Tomorrow—I leave.

However, do I want to?

***

After walking to my side of the cabin, I shower and have a quick breakfast, sent from Kingston by one of his staff. It is such a sweet and caring gesture; my heart feels as full as my stomach.

I don’t have anything else to do on my agenda. Kingston has pretty much taken me to visit every spot in the town.

There are so many photos in my gallery, I’m shocked there’s still storage left in my phone. I’ve been sending a few in a group chat with Tina and her mom. They reply at odd times with the three of us being in different time zones. I’m overjoyed by their reactions, gushing over the scenic views I show them.

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