“You may need to set some parameters for me, my queen, so I know how out of control I’m allowed to get here.” I shiver in anticipation at his low warning tone and this new endearment. “No parameters.” He pulls back, lips temptingly close. “None?” I bite the edge of his jaw, enjoying the slight sting and tug at the base of my skull when his fingers tighten in my hair. “I’ve been waiting for months to get back into your bedroom.” I arch up and nibble his bottom lip. “Lock the Boy Scout in the closet and let yourself off your leash, King.”
