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Chapters (51)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. Chapter 37
  40. Chapter 38
  41. Chapter 39
  42. Chapter 40
  43. Chapter 41
  44. Chapter 42
  45. Chapter 43
  46. Chapter 44
  47. Epilogue
  48. To my readers
  49. PLAYLIST
  50. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  51. ALSO BY DEVYN SINCLAIR

Smiling, I wandered through the displays, looking for anything that caught my eye. There was a black strappy thing which looked badass and reminded me of my conversation with Luke. A couple of babydoll style nightgowns which were cute and seemed comfortable.

Silky shorts and lacy tops. God, at this rate I was going to have more lingerie than regular clothes.

I snuck up behind Luke, or I thought I had when he turned and smiled. “No peeking.”

“I don’t even get to see?”

He sighed, but he was still smiling. “When you look at me like that, you do.”

The rack in front of him was covered in the same style of babydoll dresses in various colors. Some revealed more than others. “Any preferences?”

“I hate wearing orange and yellow. Brown too. Anything else is fine, color wise.”

“Good to know. In style?”

“I—” Clearing my throat, I resettled the selections I had over my arm. “I don’t really wear lingerie. Or I haven’t.”

His tone was gentle and his eyes were sparkling, but I still sensed the seriousness underneath. “Are you going to run away if I ask you why?”

I shrugged. “Just haven’t. Not a lot of opportunity.”

He tilted my face up and kissed me, pulling me in and turning it into a kiss that would fuel a million headlines if the photographer saw it. And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to care as long as he kept kissing me. “You’ll have all the opportunities you want with us,” he said. “The fact that we’ve been able to—mostly—keep our hands off you in the store is a miracle.”

Rylan pulled me backwards before I could respond, kissing my cheek as he leaned over my shoulder. “How do you feel about feathers?”

“Pretty, but I really don’t like being tickled.”

“Noted. But they’re not off the table?”

“Nope.”

He paused, pressing his nose to my hair and inhaling deeply. “Excellent.”

“The feathers or the way I smell.”

I jumped as he nipped my ear before walking away and asking. “Why can’t it be both?”

“I think I’m done,” Luke said, lifting my selections out of my hands and adding them to his own. “I’ll get the others and we can check out and head home. Stay here. You’re still not allowed to see the total.”

I sighed, but smiled. “Fine.”

The house sounded nice. I’d order food for everyone and then curl up on the couch or something. I wasn’t fully recovered from the heat. Normally a day like this wouldn’t have me feeling exhausted.

You’ve never had five men paying attention to you like this either.

Kade led the way out of the section. I got a glimpse of what they were carrying, and now I was blushing at the amount of lingerie the guys were now shamelessly carrying to the cashier.