Page 88 of Lust & Lollipops

Being a fae—and being his mate—would change my life.

And not for the worse.

He was so lost in the pasta that he didn’t notice me watching him, which made my lips curve upward.

My gaze moved over the chiseled muscles on his arms, shoulders, and abdomen.

Those were mine, too.

I warmed slightly, and his head immediately jerked to the side. His nostrils flared, and his eyes moved down my body almost predatorily.

The way he looked at me made me shiver in the very best way.

“Hey, Cam.” My voice was soft.

“Eat with me, Lollipop.”

I padded across the room and slipped into the chair beside his.

He thought it was too far, so he hooked his foot in the leg and pulled it over until the side of it was pressed against his.

Then, he set his hand on my thigh.

The white robe only fell a few inches down my legs, so it didn’t conceal much skin. I was pretty sure he’d see my gray cotton panties if I moved. I just didn’t care.

The top of it hung open widely, revealing plenty of cleavage but keeping my pointed nipples out of sight.

It made me feel sexy, honestly.

Cam’s hooded stare ramped that feeling up.

He loaded his fork for me with the tiniest of glances at the massive casserole dish, then held it out to me.

“You’ve got to be hungry still,” I said, accepting the fork and taking a bite.

“Never said I wasn’t.”

I tried to hand the fork back, but he only accepted it long enough to reload it and give it to me again.

“Cam,” I protested.

“I don’t want pasta, Lolli.”

My cheeks flushed.

Oh.

“Take the bite,” he said.

It wasn’t a command, but it felt like one.

And the order felt loaded in a way that made me do it without hesitation.

His chest rumbled. “Keep eating.”

My forehead creased when he slid his chair back and stood.

The crease disappeared a moment later, when he lifted me onto the dining table, slid my ass to the edge, and opened my thighs.

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