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“Absolutely.”

“Good. Because I’ve picked a few more gifts that I want to keep a surprise.”

“More?” I squeal.

Wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me against his chest, he heatedly whispers in my ear, “Absolutely.”

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CHAPTER – 19

Twinkle

I open the front door when there’s a knock.

Immediately, my breath seizes in my throat as I roam my gaze over Kingston. I force myself to breathe, but he’s making it so difficult looking devastatingly handsome. His hair is slicked back over his forehead, perfect brows slashed over soulful brown eyes, complete with striking cheekbones and a stubbled mouth that flies me to the highest peak of pleasure.

He’s wearing a black high-neck sweater that molds to his sinewy and powerful frame, paired with formal dark gray pants. A black funnel neck coat completes his eye-stopping outfit.

His rugged biker style is hidden tonight. In its place, is an elegant and intense yet laid-back James Bond.

The way he carries himself with so much confidence, makes him even sexier.

Inching closer, I run my palm up his chest, “You look amazing, Kingston.”

“Thanks, darling.” Circling my waist with both arms until there’s no inch of space between us, he skims his nose up my arched neck and kisses below my ear. “It’s going to be extremely difficult not having my way with you through dinner. You look gorgeous and all mine.”

“I love it when you call me yours.”

“Wait until I show you just how mine you are.”

Smiling, I tilt my head back and meet his mouth, falling into a slow and tender kiss. Our lips glide together, tasting each other. Our hands don’t stay idle either, caressing and feeling one another greedily.

Feeling his cock harden against my stomach, I pull away reluctantly. “We’re going to be late.”

“I know. Just a minute more,” he says gutturally, capturing my mouth by tugging my lip with his teeth.

Kingston kisses me so thoroughly, I forget my reality.

I loop my arms around his neck and rise on my toes to deepen the kiss. When I moan, he groans and pulls back. “Fuck, you consume my mind, Twinkle.”

I try and fail not to blush, burying my face against his chest.

Our feelings are so in sync it’s scary.

How am I supposed to walk away from him when our time is up?

Kissing my cheek once, he straightens. “Let’s go before I change my mind and skip the dinner.”

“No way we’re missing the dinner,” I warn.

He chuckles and grabs something from my right. “Here, I brought wine since you really wanted to bring one.”

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