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Smiling, I pull my hand out from under your dress and bring it between our faces. Your wetness is visible on my fingers, which elicits an excited sound from me before I push it between my lips so that I can taste you.

“Do you know how much I’d love to get down on my knees right now and push my tongue deep inside you to taste so much more of your wetness?” I whisper in a dark voice, barely able to control myself.

I know it will be impossible to get rid of my hard-on until I’ve come deep inside you; I steal just one more fleeting kiss from you before I let go of you and go to the sink to wash my hands. You need to collect yourself before setting the oven’s timer, taking the salad and other ingredients out of the fridge, and laying everything out on the kitchen island.

Without commenting, set up the work surface with two boards and knives and a large glass bowl for the salad. After you have washed all the vegetables and lettuce, you stand close to me. Smiling, we silently stand next to each other and chop the vegetables. I’m pretty sure we’re thinking the same thing, and that’s why the silence isn’t awkward but familiar.

“Cora?” your husband’s voice sounds from the dining room, and I can feel you tense up again immediately, even though try to hide it. Can’t you see it, Beauty? He’s not the one for you.

“I’ll keep your husband company so he doesn’t think the wrong thing about me,” I whisper close to your ear. I can’t stop myself from planting another delicate kiss on that spot, sending another shiver of excitement through you before I pull away and leave the kitchen with two glasses of wine and a soda for June.

“Your wife is still busy with the salad, Mr. Shepherd. But perhaps my company will suffice for the moment,” I reply with my engaging smile, although I realize it does not affect him. But it affects his daughter, who smiles rapturously at me.

I sit opposite her in the seat next to you that June has set for you. I put the glasses in your place and mine and hand June the soda can. She timidly takes the drink from me and looks longingly at the wine. I know she’s not old enough to drink, and I can see how awkward it must be for her, being the only one in the group who isn’t of legal drinking age.

“Of course. You’re just in time. June said you stopped at an interesting question earlier when I interrupted you with my arrival,” he subtly refers to my job.

My gaze glides briefly to her. She ducks her head apologetically. But I honestly don’t care what he thinks of me or what he wants to know about me. So I shrug my shoulders before pouring myself a glass of red wine.

“You’re welcome to ask me anything you want to know about me. I have nothing to hide,” I reply with a grin and toast him as I take a sip.

“I doubt that. Everyone has something to hide,” he replies cynically.

“Please don’t extrapolate from yourself to others. But go ahead, see for yourself,” I counter with exaggerated friendliness, giving him the middle finger without being overtly rude.

His expression freezes briefly, and I’m sure he would have thrown me out if June hadn’t been sitting at the table. Instead, he offers a cool smile and raises his glass to clink with mine.

“So tell me, how does a guy as young as you end up with his own house and a boxing club?”

“You have a boxing club?” June joins in with excitement in her voice and looks at me with sparkling eyes.

I nod with a grin.

“Yes. My club is on the other side of town. It belonged to my father, and I used his rather generous inheritance to spruce it up a bit and buy the house.”

“Well, well. Of course, that makes life easier when you can spend your father’s money,” he teases, picking at a wound he’d better not poke at.

Nevertheless, I don’t let on and nod in agreement as the corners of my mouth drop.

“If it had been up to me, I would have given back every penny if it meant he could have lived. But fate had other plans, and he became terminally ill beyond any hope of recovery. I wish he could have spent his hard-earned money and truly enjoyed it,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

“Oh, Ezra, I’m so sorry about that. Our sincere condolences. Right, Dad?” June hisses angrily at him before she turns her gentle gaze back to me and, leaning over the table, grabs my hand and gives it an encouraging squeeze. She gives me a tentative smile.

It becomes clear here how similar your daughter is to you. She has your kindness and big heart. She is compassionate and kind.

“Thank you. He hasn’t been gone very long. But I’m learning to deal with it… Can I answer any other questions for you, Mr. Shepherd?” I address him, returning his gaze.

Grinding his jaw, he shakes his head. For this brief moment, I won. Let’s see how long it lasts…

The kitchen door swings open behind me, and you put the salad bowl on the table in the middle.

"The lasagna still needs some time, but we can start with the salad," you say, breaking the silence as you sit down next to me, your gaze intentionally averted. You hand out the small bowls for the salad.

As I take them from you, our fingers touch briefly, and everything tingles again just because you are so incredibly close to me. I can literally taste you on my tongue. Here’s to a tasty meal, Beauty…

Chapter Fifty-Two

My shoulders tense up so much that it almost hurts as I see Thomas’s distorted expression. He doesn’t like that Ezra is here, and he’s not trying to hide it.

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