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
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.