“I do understand.”
She shook her head. “No…I’m afraid you don’t.”
She pulled him out of the greenhouse and back into her house. She grabbed two beers out of the fridge and handed him one. He removed his jacket and sat on her couch. She climbed up and straddled his lap.
He instantly hardened beneath her. “Keep it in your britches. We’ll get to that.”
His hand landed on her waist, maybe afraid she’d not follow through. As if.
She kissed him and leaned her forehead against his. “Yes, I’ll marry you, but I need to explain.”
His lips turned up at the corners.
“I read the entire book of laws you left here.”
“Really?” he asked and sounded somewhat shocked.
“Yes, I did. I figured it would be best if one of us knew all the rules.”
He chuckled. “Anything good?”
She grinned. “Crystal or not, you are the last king to ascend the throne. Therefore the title and the power remain yours until you die or pass it on to your child. You are still king of the Fae.”
His eyes widened, and his mouth parted. She placed her finger over his lips, stopping any protest. “There’s more.”
He snapped his lips closed. “Apparently, even though the crystal was destroyed, the powers in the crystal returned to the king. You’ve had them all along.”
His mouth opened again, and she put her finger over his lips. She shook her head, and he snapped his lips closed again.
“Your male descendent will be king upon your death.”
He opened his mouth, and she shook her head.
“More? Seriously?
She grinned. “The minute I accepted your proposal, I officially became your queen.” She tilted her head, “Well as long as you make good on the deal within sixty days. If you don’t, I’ll be on the market again.”
He tilted his head but didn’t say anything.
She took a sip of her beer before setting them both on a nearby table. “Well, say something.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were done.”
She grinned. “I’m done with the rules, but we aren’t.” She pressed down on his lap and rubbed. “We’ve got lost time to make up for.”
“Absolutely.”
And they did for several hours every day and night, each chance they got.
Epilogue
Quinn rested his arm around Parker’s shoulder as they strolled through the precinct just days after returning from their honeymoon in Hawaii. They’d spent two weeks enjoying the sand, surf, and sex and had returned with tans to die for and irreplaceable smiles that only sex and a stress free environment could provide.
He kissed the top of her head before releasing her to plop down at his desk across from hers. He was the Fae king, and she his queen, and it only made sense that they both worked for the paranormal forces.
Devlin grinned as she approached. “You can forget it. I’m not calling you Queen Parker or bowing to your sorry ass.”
Parker grinned. “I didn’t expect you to.”
“Good. So what’s next?” She turned toward Quinn. “Are you building her a castle, or are you a cheap bastard and keeping her at your place?”
He winked. “Whatever my lady desires.”
Devlin smirked. “Don’t you mean your queen?”
Parker wiggled her brows. “You know what I desire.”
Remington stuck his finger down his throat and stood. Before walking off, he commented, “Work is not the place for that crap. Get a room.”
Devlin turned back to Quinn. “I’m not bowing to you either.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But can you knight me or some shit so everyone else has to bow to me?”
Parker chuckled. “No, he just has the title of king. He isn’t making new rules.”
Quinn grinned. “We live in the land of the free, not the Stone Age, Devlin.”
She snapped her fingers. “Damn, and here I thought you two would be fun.”
The chief picked that exact moment to walk up to them. He leaned on Parker’s desk. “Hey, I know what would be fun.”
Devlin and Parker exchanged a doubtful look but still asked in unison. “What’s that?”
“Getting back to work. Criminals aren’t going to turn themselves in.”
Rachel rose from her desk with a file clutched to her chest. She pointed back toward the counter. “Are you sure about that?”
They all turned at once. Zander was leaning against the counter with a coffee cup in his hand. He lifted it toward the group. “I have a crime to report.”
The End
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