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Grandmas into smut are my favorite kind of grandmas. Hmm, I wonder if my grandma is into smut?
“What are you doing?” he asks, irritated. “My nipples. I think they fell off. Do you see them?”
“You matter most, Lilly. Even if you decide you don’t want to be part of the royal life and you go back to Miami, until that time has come . . . you . . . matter . . . most.”
Dear God. Keller isn’t just a grump. He’s a sexy, dirty grump . . . the best kind.
Because . . . because I think I fucking like you, and I have no idea how to deal with those emotions.
“Guess what, Lilly. You’ve been under my goddamn skin since the moment you showed up at the Moxy in that dress. You don’t have to keep trying, you’re there. You’re buried in my goddamn veins, pumping my blood, causing me to go fucking crazy in my head because I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman as much as I want to fuck you.”
“You might be a future queen, but when it comes to the bedroom, I’m your goddamn king. Got it?”
“I need you to understand how much I care for you. I . . . I love you, Lilly.” It’s been years since anyone’s said that to me. Years since I heard my parents’ voices telling me they loved me. Years since I felt this safe. This loved.
