Chapters (51)
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Epilogue
- To my readers
- PLAYLIST
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY DEVYN SINCLAIR
I laughed as he rubbed his face on the side of mine, beard tickling my skin. “And it’s amazing. But serious question, is there anything else on the list? I’m exhausted.”
Besides, there was the woman who’d been following us for the last few hours, marking everything down. She had to be tired, too.
Luke checked his phone, where it seemed he did have a list of necessities. “There are a few things, but they’re less important. We can order them online or come back another day. Like curtains and pillows.”
“But there is one more stop we need to make,” Rylan smirked. “Promise you’ll like this one. You don’t have to choose anything. It’s all on us.”
Click!
I whirled, searching for the sound.
Click! Click!
The blood drained out of my face. “Kade, where are they?”
He curved himself around me as I pulled my glasses and hat out of my purse and put them back on. Still, it was done. Whoever had found us now had pictures of Kade touching me. Or Rylan smiling and me laughing. They’d be all over the internet in hours.
I tried not to worry about it.
“Let’s get upstairs,” Avery said quietly. “The manager will stall them, so they’ll have to find us again.”
We took the elevator, and sure enough, Mr. Syme stepped in the photographer’s path as the door closed. That was a relief. We whizzed up to the seventh floor, which looked like clothes when the doors opened.
I laughed. “I have clothes. We just have to go get them.”
“Yes.” Rylan slung an arm around my shoulder. “We do need to go get those. But we thought we might get you something more fun.”
“Like—”
In front of us was the biggest, frothiest lingerie section I’d ever seen. Every color of silk and lace. There were feathers in there too. It was an explosion of all things sexy, and now I was blushing bright red.
“Is this okay?” Rylan asked. “If it’s weird, that’s okay.”
I took the time to think about it. He said the choices were theirs. Which meant they wanted to pick stuff for me to wear with them, and the thought of being in something they picked because they thought it would look sexy on me? “No, it’s not weird.”
Fuck, I was glad I wasn’t going into heat anymore. I was already perfuming as it was. There wasn’t a second around these men when I wasn’t. But there was no mistaking that it just got stronger.
“You pick something too, baby girl,” Avery said quietly.
I could pick something only for sleeping. Or sexy. There were too many options, but the guys split off without hesitation.
“You all already thought of what you wanted, did you?”
“Bet your ass, baby girl.”