The King Family Saga: Four Books with Bonus Material by Molly O'Keefe & Stephanie Doyle & Julie Kriss

Author:Molly O'Keefe & Stephanie Doyle & Julie Kriss [O'Keefe, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-05-09T00:00:00+00:00

Four

MADISON

It worked.

I mean, of course it worked—I’d backed Dylan King into a corner with nowhere else to go. But still, with a man like Dylan, you never quite knew what he was going to do. He’d been in Special Ops, dealing with some of the most dangerous and violent people on the planet. He had skills that would probably give me nightmares. Corralling him at LAX with a canceled flight was a little bit like corralling a tiger and hoping it started to purr instead of ripping your throat out.

But my tiger followed silently at my heels as I led him out of the terminal and to the garage where I’d parked my car. He didn’t walk next to me and he didn’t try to lead. He didn’t argue and he’d stopped protesting. It was, in an unsettling way, exactly like leading a tiger on a leash, listening to the soft pads of its huge paws as it walked behind you.

It gave me chills up my spine. And beneath my expensive dress, it turned me on.

Don’t be an idiot, Maddy.

I would not be sleeping with Dylan King. That was a given. The reasons were many. I never slept with clients; I never slept with men I couldn’t control. I didn’t have sex very often, and I didn’t do relationships. I wasn’t some sappy girl waiting for her white lace wedding day. I already knew that happy-ever-afters didn’t exist.

I knew that people saw me as cold, and maybe they were right, but the truth was I liked orgasms. A lot. It was just that I had my hand and a careful selection of vibrators, and I could have as many orgasms as I wanted without all of the pesky interpersonal stuff or the risky body fluids. Frankly, it worked for me.

“Where are we going, by the way?” Dylan asked behind my shoulder. “In case you were willing to tell me.” The drawl of his voice worked slowly and warmly up my spine. I hated to admit it, but his voice alone was better than the most expensive vibrator in my secret drawer. Damn it. Now I had a voice to go with the photos I’d been looking at for years. I practically had to press my knees together.

“The Hexagon Hotel,” I answered him, pressing my key fob and clicking open my Porsche. “I booked you a suite there.”

“That’s awfully nice of you, considering you had no idea I’d actually use it.”

“I had a hunch,” I said, opening the driver’s door and getting behind the wheel.

Dylan got in the passenger side, putting his single bag on his lap. He should have looked entirely out of place, a vagrant straight from the jungle on my expensive leather seats, but he didn’t look out of place at all. Dylan King looked in command of every situation, even when he was being driven around LA in a car that practically made him fold his legs to his chin. Instead of looking ridiculous, he looked like he could take out a hostage situation with his pinky finger.

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