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“Can’t you just buy those?” Luna asks.

“Yeah. But they’re way better when you make them.”

I stand as Jensen’s hand trails around my waist, and I smile at the way he can’t keep his hands off me.

I love my friends with all my heart, but right now, I just want to be alone with him and make up for all the times I’ve told him to fuck off.

Yet here he is, still obsessing, still wanting me.

“I’ll serve it,” I say, walking to the kitchen.

With my head in Jensen’s refrigerator, my body leaves my skin as I turn around and find my boyfriend standing right behind me. His hands are in his pockets as he watches me swoon over everything he has in his fridge—all without meat.

Setting the cheesecake on the counter, I look up at him. “Go be with everyone. I’ve got this.”

“I’m just watching you.”

“What, like a stalker?” I jibe.

“Why does everyone think I’m some kind of stalker? Can’t a boy be obsessed?”

The way I want to march him into the bedroom and let everyone else help themselves to dessert while I take a piece of my own.

Leaning against the fridge, I smile playfully at him. “Is that so?”

He steps closer, and I feel him all around me. He’s intoxicating. “Yeah. I don’t think there will ever be a day you don’t drive me a little crazy.”

Looking over my shoulder and to the living area, I hear laughter filtering through. “You have guests.”

“Wehave guests.”

“Are you going to fuck me right now?” His weighted look steals the breath from my lungs and promises he might just bend me over right here.

I sure hope so.

He bites down on his bottom lip. “Do you want me to?”

“Maybe.”

He leans across and takes a spoon from the drawer in the kitchen island. Digging right into the cheesecake, he offers me a bite. “Don’t take it all.”

Leaning forward, I bite around half and slowly swallow. God, that tastes good.

Jensen slowly eats the rest but deliberately leaves some on the spoon. “Lick it clean, Princess.” His tone is sultry and oh-so-sexy when he offers it to me.

I do just that, wrapping my tongue around the underside, keeping my eyes pinned on him. “Tastes so good.”

His eyes hood. “Does it? I’ve already forgotten.” Pressing my back against the refrigerator door, Jensen places his mouth over mine, swiping into me with his tongue. Pulling back, he licks his lips. “Yeah, so fucking sweet.”

The way I’m obsessed with his dominance, the possessive way he watches and touches me. I want to stand in the mirror and scream,‘Who are you, and what have you done with Kate Monroe?’But feminism has left the building, and in its place is the man I loathed for all the wrong reasons.

“Where did you go there?” He caresses my cheek with his palm.

“Somewhere nice.”

“Yeah. Care to share?”

“I'm just thinking about us and the journey we’ve been on to get here, to this moment.”