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“That sounds amazing,” I reply, genuinely impressed. “Who knew you had such culinary skills hidden away?”

“Uh, this is the entire extent of my cooking repertoire,” he replies with a wink, sending me into a fit of giggles.

After we finish our intimate dinner, I offer to help Dillon clean the kitchen.

“You don’t have to help. This won’t take long.”

“It’ll take less time if we do it together.” Together, we clear the table and then slip into an easy rhythm of washing, drying, and putting dishes away.

As Dillon scrubs a dish, I stand beside him with a towel, drying each one he passes my way. A soft smile plays on Dillon's lips as he turns his head slightly to glance at me.

"Thank you for the help," he says.

"Of course," I reply, leaning in to snuggle closer to him. "Cleaning up is a small price to pay for such a delicious dinner."

"I have one more surprise up my sleeve. I hope you’ve saved room for dessert."

Dessert. The word hangs enticingly in the air as I toss the dish towel over my shoulder, watching him with playful curiosity. "And what might this surprise be?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Dillon rinses the last dish, setting it aside before turning to face me, his eyes alight with mischief. "Bethany whipped up a chocolate lava cake for us."

I step closer to him, feeling the electricity hum between us, the air thick with the promise of more. My voice drops to a soft murmur as I reply, "As delicious as that sounds, I have something else in mind for dessert."

Before I can second-guess my boldness, I let my hand drift down the front of his shirt, past the buttons, coming to rest where the fabric of his shirt meets his jeans. I feel the warmth radiating from him, the slight inhale of surprise mingled with anticipation as my fingers trace a line, teasing and deliberate.

His breath hitches, a low sound that vibrates through me, and his eyes darken to nearly black. "Emilia," he murmurs, my name a mix of hunger and shock.

I let my fingers curl slightly over the hard bulge, giving his large cock a gentle squeeze through the denim material, and tilt my head to capture his gaze. "I think I'm in the mood for something a little sweeter."

His reply is immediate, hands coming to rest on my hips, drawing me closer to him until the space between us disappears. The kitchen, with its lingering scents of dinner and warmth, becomes an intimate cocoon. "Are you trying to kill me, little goddess?" he murmurs.

“No.” I lean close and run my tongue over the vein pulsing at the base of his throat. “I’m trying to get you to move things along.”

Our lips meet, the kiss deepening, becoming more intense than any kiss we’ve shared up to now.

In the midst of it all, the kitchen fades away, and all that exists is the circle of his arms and the way he draws me into his strong embrace, how my body fits perfectly with his.

“I could get used to this kind of dessert,” Dillon breathes, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. “But make sure this is what you want because I won’t be able to let you go once I make you mine.”

“I want you to mark me.” The last remnants of tension ease away.

Chapter 9

DILLON

How canI fucking deny her anything? My inner polar bear practically dances with glee at the thought of marking Emilia and making her mine forever.

"I promise to take things slow." I lift her curvy body up against my chest and make a beeline to my bedroom.

"Take things slow faster," she mutters as I lay her across my massive bed.

I run my hand up her legs, dragging up the sexy black dress that’s been torturing me all evening up to her hips. My rock-hard cock thumps in my jeans as I stare at the perfection spread out before me.

"This fucking dress has been driving me nuts all night.” I take a deep breath, trying to maintain control over my inner bear.

"That’s why I wore it."

"Fuck. I need you.”

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