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“What about you?”

His smile was slow with a heavy sexual undercurrent. “I’ll watch you eat.”

With her heart racing, she opened the box. It was one of his sticky pudding desserts. When she dug into it and ate from a spoon, she felt too self-conscious.

Her skin sizzled at his raw, intense look at her. His amusement was gone, and his eyes now held a sexy, hooded look.

“It’s... it’s... good,” she whispered, her voice getting stuck in her throat. The dessert was rich and delicious, but the way he watched her made her feel as though she were removing her clothes seductively for him rather than just simply having dessert.

His gaze fell over her lips around the spoon and then on her tongue as she licked it clean. Her cheeks heated when she saw the familiar fire in his gaze. He wasn’t touching her, but the electricity coursing through her body was similar to when he kissed and touched her intimately.

“Finish it all,” he ordered softly.

Gulping in nervousness and anticipation, she ate a few more spoonfuls under his intense watchful stare. When there was none left, he slowly smiled.

“I think I’ll have some dessert too, after all.”

She frowned and wanted to say there wasn’t any left, but her voice remained stuck in her throat. He was watching her lips. Suddenly, his fingers caught her face in a firm grip, and he leaned towards her. His mouth met hers in a slow kiss. His tongue licked the dessert’s sweetness from her lips and then from inside her mouth.

Fire spread through her body and turned into an inferno.

“You are right,” he murmured huskily. “It is good. But you know what tastes even better? You.”

She shuddered hard at the wickedness in his tone.

“Dinner is not done, princess. I’m hungry for a feast.”

Oh God.

Her clothes disappeared. And then, her back was against the cool, hard surface of her table.

“Oh God!” she screamed as he kissed her, and tasted her and drove her crazy.

He paused briefly, and there was a satisfied smirk. “I’m glad you think I’m God.”

Annoyance flared along with arousal. “You are an arrogant ass!” she snapped even as she dug her fingers and clutched his shoulders.

Laughing wickedly, he once again made her completely lose her mind.

Much later, he carried her boneless body to her bed. Before she could touch him properly, he turned her the other way and held her.

“Sleep, princess. You didn’t get enough rest last night.”

She opened her mouth to argue that she was not sleepy and wanted to explore him. But the soft stroking of his fingers on her hip made her eyes droop. Soon, she was pulled into a deep sleep.

And just before she slept, she heard his deep murmur.

“My name is Arjun Vardhaman.”

CHAPTER 22

“Mr. Varma. The documents show that the transfer of funds began the day after the loans to the lower-income homes project were approved.”

Aryan was seated in the boardroom while a private investigator updated him with information he had specifically asked for. Aryan flipped through the folder.

The name on the account to whom the funds were being diverted belonged to Girish Shetty’s wife. Whether or not she was aware of her husband’s doings, Aryan didn’t know. But a large portion of the money that belonged to his father had been siphoned off by the bastard Girish Shetty.

“Find out information on Girish Shetty’s wife. I know she died fifteen years ago, but I want to know everything about her.”

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