Page 93 of Sins of a King

“Where?” he demanded.

“Inside me.”

He grinned, kissing my lips, finally thrusting into me—hard and effortlessly. I screamed his name and colors exploded behind my eyes.

“When was the last time we slept apart?” I asked sleepily, running my fingers down his warm chest.

“I can’t remember,” he admitted.

“What are we going to do when we’re in London? We can’t live in a hotel that’s not built yet.”

My eyes were closing, and I was sated, being lulled to sleep by Flynn’s heated body and smell.

“We’d get a place. Together.”

“Live together?”

“Don’t most couples do that at some point?” he teased.

“Guess so.”

“What do you think?”

“I like that idea,” I admitted.

“We should live together before then,” Flynn said. “Here.”

“Here? In this suite?” I asked.

“Sure, why not?”

“Or,” I said slowly. “We could get an apartment together in the city.”

Flynn’s arm around me tightened, and I wondered if he realized it. “Dolinsky,” he stated. “We should stay here where there are cameras and security. I can take precautions here.”

I sat up and turned to him. “If we moved, then maybe the risk would diminish—”

“We’re done with this conversation.”

“No, we aren’t!” I shot back, getting up out of bed. “Why are you being like this?”

“Like what?” he demanded, following me.

“Like you won’t even listen to the validity of my point.”

“Because I don’t like the idea that I’m wrong, okay? I don’t like the idea that I can’t protect you.”

“And moving out of your hotel proves that? You can’t protect me from the world. Flynn. I don’t think I like the idea of living in your hotel. I don’t want my every move monitored. I will feel like a prisoner if we lived here.”

“This has been my life for years. I don’t know anything else.”

“Won’t you think about getting an apartment together?” I asked softly, pressing my hands to his chest, pleading with him.

He linked his fingers with mine and gazed into my eyes. “Jesus, when you look at me like that it’s hard to deny you anything.”

“Please? I’ll let you keep that blatantly pornographic photo of me. We can hang it in our bedroom.”

He laughed. “I’ll think about it—the apartment, I mean. Now I need something from you. I need you to promise me that you’ll be on your guard. I mean it, Barrett. No unnecessary risks. I called off the bodyguard even though I didn’t want to. Take my driver if you have to run errands.”