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Alyssa When Zuri wakes up, I'm beyond exhausted—physically from the way King f****d me into oblivion last night, and mentally from lying awake, trying to figure out what Niko was doing in King's room while I was in the shower. His shirt was wrinkled, his lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his sweatpants. What the hell happened in there? After feeding Zuri breakfast, I set her up in the living room with her toys, though my mind isn't fully in the present. Thoughts of King and Niko keep swirling in my head, and every time I push them away, they come back stronger. And then I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up, and there's King, descending with that mix of raw masculinity and effortless confidence that turns me on so f*****g much. My sto