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“Connor,” she whispers, and my cock twitches when she uses my name.

“Yes, princess?”

She lets out a breath. “I…I think we should leave soon.”

“After you finish dessert.”

She chuckles nervously. “Can’t argue with that, I guess.” But her voice is breathy and low.

As if on cue, the dessert arrives. Caramelized sugar wafts in the air, mixing with her honeyed arousal, and I adjust myself quickly under the table.

I need to get agrip.

This is ridiculous.

I’m about to bust in my pants just from watching her eat dessert.

When she brings a spoonful of cream to her mouth and her eyes close in bliss, I clear my throat and look away.

I focus on the chandelier above us and count the little crystals that make it up.

She continues to make sweet, satisfied noises from her dessert, and counting suddenly isn’t fucking working.

Ace is laughing at me hysterically in my head.

“Are you okay?” she asks around a spoonful.

“Fine,” I reply gruffly. “How’s the dessert?”

She licks her lips slowly. “Delicious,” she groans.

Oh, fuck.

How are candles made, again?

“It’s actually simple, Connor! You measure the wax, melt it, add fragrance, pour the wax, then make sure to stabilize the wick…”

There’s the clatter of a spoon and it snaps me out of my stupor.

“Connor?” Devyn’s sweet voice interrupts my attempt to kill my erection.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Her grin is wicked and knowing, and her eyes sparkle. “I’m ready to go now. Unless you want some?”

Some of you, yes.

I clear my throat. “No, I’m good.”

I practically flag down the waiter and shove my card into his hand while Devyn continues to watch me, playful and smug.

“That was delicious,” she says sweetly. “Thank you for dinner.”

She knowsexactlywhat she was doing with those noises.

What a little tease.

“It was my pleasure,” I murmur. “I would be happy to do it a hundred times more.”