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King
Effie rolled out of bed and started dressing slowly. King grabbed her wrist as she hitched up her shorts.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“I have to go check on Yaya real quick, see if she needs anything.” King whipped the shirt out of her hand.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “I’ll do it. It’s very important to me that you stay naked.”
Effie looked at him and blushed. “Are you sure? What if she needs—”
“I’ve got this. You stay right here.”
King stood up and pulled his own shirt over his head. He could feel her eyes on him as she drank him in. No matter how often he had her, he couldn’t get enough. She was simultaneously familiar and the most beautiful stranger he’d ever known.
“Start mentally preparing yourself,” he warned. “Because you’re going to ride my
