King of Thieves (Frat Wars, #1)

by Saxon James

Just when I think we’re getting into some friendly banter, he disappears on me. It’s like he only writes back for exactly as long as he needs to, then leaves me hanging. Does he realize that’s making me want him more?

There really is something to this playing-hard-to-get thing. And Bailey Prince has it down to an art.

I need it, and for some reason, I can’t move on to anyone else until I’ve had you.” His face lights up. “Oh, really?” “Don’t read into it. It’s extremely inconvenient for me.”

Bailey chuckles and tightens the tie at my wrists. “How’s that?” “Good.” I test it out. “But now I can’t touch you.” “Obviously the point.”

But if I’m the sun, he’s the moon. Beautiful and awe-inspiring. So pure and vibrant. Outshining the stars.

I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Slow and long, I give him everything I have. Tonight, I’m going to treat him like the prince he is.

Turning into a whining puddle of need while your boyfriend is rimming you has to be frat as fuck, and if it isn’t, I’ll argue the point.