“Only five?” He sounded a little out of breath.
“Six?”
He arched his eyebrows.
“Are you begging for stars?”
“Every one that you’ll give me.”
“You can have all the stars in the sky.” It was full daylight now. She scanned the palace windows, verifying they were still shuttered.
“Nobody can see,” he said. “Remember, this is a private area; the rooms across the way are vacant.”
“Still, I feel a little exposed being stark naked.” Under the cover of darkness, it had felt safe. But in the light of day? For all her flamboyance, she was rather modest.
“Let’s go in, then.” He rolled to his feet and extended a hand to help her up. “Breakfast?”
“Are you buying?”
“Whatever the lady desires.”
She slow-kissed him. “You. I desire you.”
Chapter Ten
One week later
Falkor met his wife’s gaze across his brother’s dining table. She batted her lashes. He mock-leered.
“Get a room, you two!” Kismet said.
“I liked it better when you were fighting,” Jaryk quipped and then said, “Seriously, I’m glad you have gotten over your animosity and like each other now.”
He liked everything about Karma—her laugh, her smile, the way she brushed her hair from her face, how her bracelets jingled when she moved, the way she held her fork, the movement of her luscious lips when she ate—and how those lips locked around his cock. He got hard thinking about it.
Jaryk and Kismet exchanged a smirk.
“You two have something to say?” Falkor said. This was the first time they’d gotten together with their siblings since the wedding.
“No.” Kismet grinned.
“No.” Jaryk smirked.
Every day got sweeter and sweeter. Until now, he hadn’t been truly happy, hadn’t realized what a difference it would make to have a partner, friend, cheerleader, advocate, and lover in one person—a wife. Their intimacy had deepened, fueled by passionate nights and days together working side by side in his workshop. His sharp, astute wife had proven to be an exceptional assistant. She caught on quickly and offered very helpful suggestions.
Finally, he rated first with someone.
Like she came first with him. He could not imagine being with anyone else ever. Astounding, considering their initial mutual dislike. Or, perhaps not so amazing.Even in dislike, we were in sync.
He didn’t want the marriage to end, which was why he was thrilled when Jaryk invited them over for dinner. More than anyone, Kismet knew his wife best, and he needed her advice. He hoped for an opportunity to pull her aside and speak to her.
“I’m glad we were able to get together,” Jaryk said. “I haven’t seen much of you two of late.”
Before their marriages, he and Jaryk had seen each other often. Although he had some resentments, they were best friends. Other than Karma, Jaryk was the only person he trusted implicitly.
“We’ve been busy.”
“Doing what?”
