“I sat here and listened to you moan around your fork,” he said, leaning in to run his nose across her flushed cheek. “If you don’t get your ass on that table and give me my dessert…” “You’ll what?” “Oh, princess…” He chuckled softly and leaned into her one more time. He breathed against her neck, and a shiver ran down her body. “You’re going to end up on that table whether I throw you on it or you get up there on your own like a good girl.”
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