He looks down at me with devotion and protection in his dark-brown gaze. I’m safe. I’m safe with this man. With my husband. “Hello, beautiful.” I stifle a laugh, wiping away the whipped cream from his cheek and licking my thumb clean. “Hey, handsome.” Azeer grins at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “How’s my wonderful wife doing tonight?” “She’s . . . getting by. How’s my hypnotizing husband holding up?” “He’s doing excellent, especially knowing what’s underneath that towel,” he says, his finger hooking over the upper hem. “Mind if I take a look?” “Off!” I swat his hand away. “Go bake the
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