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“So pretty,” she groans.

My hands cup her ass as I bring her flush against me and kiss her deeper, my cock instantly hard.

“Damn tease in this tiny dress.” I drop a kiss to her throat, my fingers inching up her inner thigh, finding her…

What the fuck?

“Where are your panties?” I back my head away just enough to look at her smug expression.

“Oh, no.” Her brow arches, a devious glint in those eyes. “I must’ve forgotten to put them on. Silly me.”

“Jesus Christ, Dinara,” I grunt, adjusting my hard-on.

When she notices it, she appears proud of herself.

“Yeah, you just keep looking at it like that and I’m gonna bend you over right here and fuck you.”

Her face blooms with heat. “You make it sound like that’s a bad thing.”

“Damn, baby.” I grab her ass and pull her back to me. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?” My mouth feathers over her pretty lips, inhaling her like oxygen.

“Hopefully have dinner with me and maybe enjoy a dip in the indoor jacuzzi after?”

“Mm, you wet and naked. It’s like you’re trying to top our last weekend.”

“Never said I’d be naked.”

I chuckle, rolling my knuckles down her cheek. “Oh, baby, you will be.”

She throws her arms over my shoulders and smiles, giving me a quick peck on the mouth. “You’re cute.”

“Pretty. Cute. You’re giving me a complex.”

“Would you prefer devilishly handsome and endowed as a motherfucker?” Her full lips quirk up.

I fist her hair. “That’s much better.”

As I’m about to kiss her, a throat clears behind her, and I glance back, a little annoyed to be interrupted. A short woman with dark hair stands there, not much younger than my father.

When Dinara turns around, her face flushes. “Sonya, hi. Do you need something?”

“I’m sorry,” the woman says. “The cook said dinner will be ten minutes.”

“Right, of course.” Dinara takes my hand, and I like how she doesn’t hesitate, like she’s taking charge. “This is Cillian. And this is Sonya.”

“Ma’am.” I nod in her direction.

“Nice to meet you. I’ll go now,” Sonya adds, giving a small, knowing smile before she heads out.

Once she’s out of view, Dinara looks back at me. “She’s the head housekeeper. I’m not really used to managing everyone on my own. My family did all that before.”

“Must be a big change.” I follow her through the house, past a sitting room and into the dining area.

In the center is a grand ten-person table, already set with a white tablecloth and two place settings, a blue floral arrangement in the middle.

She shrugs a little, blowing out a breath. “My family thought I needed to grow up and try living on my own. I miss having my siblings around, but…it’s been okay. Kinda starting to like the independence. Plus…” She smirks, and I catch a hint of something mischievous in her expression. “I get to have you here without interruptions.”

I raise a brow. “Is that so? And what would we be doing?”