Page 114 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

I giggled. “Just about?”

“Well, I mean, after the break-up, I may have threatened to throw your picture into the River Thames.”

“Wow, I'm slightly honored by that.”

He perked up. “I could run back real quick and do that if you think it will bring you honor.”

“You are so ridiculous, Levon Milford.”

“I think you like it.”

“Only sometimes.”

He pouted dramatically. “Oh, come on. Don't make me feel bad now. I was just thinking about spending the night.”

I pushed his shoulder playfully. “I bet you'll stay the night regardless of what I say.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I think I hear the kitchen sink leaking again.”

He chuckled and bounced into me, knocking me on my back. As he buried his lips in every visible place, I relaxed into the sheets and sighed contentedly. He sat up and started massaging my legs.

I smiled at him. “I feel like you're trying to spoil me.”

“Is it working?”

“It might be.”

“What if I made you dinner?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Would you make my favorite?”

“That depends—is fettuccine still your favorite?”

I hummed thoughtfully and rolled my eyes away from him. He dug his fingers into my sides and I burst into giggles, practically cackling like a witch.

“Okay! Fine! It's still my favorite!”

He stopped tickling me and collapsed against the mattress beside me, nestling into the sheets.

“I need a nap first,” he claimed. “You wore me out.”

“That was literally fifteen minutes. You can't need a nap.”

He chuckled. “It was at least twenty minutes.”

“Nah, it couldn't have been more than eighteen.”

He stroked my hair. “I missed you, Katie Bean.”

“Oh, wow. That's an old nickname.”

“I thought it would make you smile.”

I smiled wide. “Well, I guess it worked.”

“Maybe I should call you that more often.”

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