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His smile widens a tad more, before he seems to remember himself, and his features straighten again. "Any more questions before I get dessert?"
"We’re having dessert?"
"Yes." He rises to his feet. I rise with him. We gather our plates, and I follow him inside. I place mine in the sink and turn to find he’s pulling out another dish from one of the canisters.
"Whoa, that’s a chocolate brownie, my favorite." I frown. No doubt, another thing he found out from Abby.
He cuts off a slice, plates it in a dessert bowl, then adds a dollop of vanilla ice cream. He walks over to stand on the opposite side of the counter from me. He scoops up a generous portion then holds it up. "Open."
My pussy spasms on command. It’s just a word. A simple order. And he made it sound like pure sex. I realize I’ve been staring at him when he arches an eyebrow. I part my lips, and he slides the food between them. The rich taste of chocolate, mixed with the delicate floral taste of the vanilla pods, explodes on my palate. He dips the spoon into the dessert and brings it to his mouth. I watch as he pulls the spoon back, then licks off the dregs of the treat. The fires that ignited across my skin intensify. I shudder.
"You cold?"
I shake my head. "It’s getting late. I think I need to leave." I round the counter, head toward the coffee table, and pick up my handbag. I slide it over my shoulder, then turn and gasp, for he’s standing right in front of me.
24
Knight
"Flying away so soon, Little Dove?"
She laughs, the sound nervous. "I, uh, have everything I need."
But I’m only getting started.
I reach out and tug her handbag down her arm, then drop it onto the couch behind her.
"What are you doing?" She sucks in her breath through her lips.
I hold out my hand. She looks down at it, then back at me. "Knight—"
"What did I ask you to call me?"
She hesitates. "Sir," she says under her breath.
"I didn’t hear you."
She clears her throat. "What are you doing… Sir?"
I allow her voice to sweep away the myriad of thoughts running through my head. Allow my attention to drop back down into my chest, my arms, my legs. I push my feet into the ground and anchor my gaze on the gorgeous siren standing in front of me.
"Whatever you want me to do to you, Little Dove."
The pulse at the base of her throat drums faster.
"You’re going to be married soon."
"And I’m never going to be in a relationship—not with her, not with you, not with anyone."
"So, this…" She nods toward my outstretched hand. "What’s this?"
"Sex."
"A quick and dirty fling, and then we go our separate ways?" Her lips quiver, and she manages to flatten them.
"It’s going to be anything but quick. And dirtier than anything you’ve read in your Dramione fanfic."
"How do you know, when you’ve never read it?"
