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“Shouldn’t it be little star, then?”

His gaze unabashedly roams down the length of my body. My sweater isn’t very form-fitted, yet I feel his eyes searing my skin through the material. “The things I want to do to you and the naughty fantasies you desire are quite racy. Little doesn’t fit.”

I turn crimson, losing my bravado. On any other man, that line would sound sleazy.

But not on him.

The rules just don’t apply to this hunky beast.

I crane my neck when he advances, locking me in an intense stare. Cupping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, he tilts my face even more and bends closer. “Had you not run out of our date, we could’ve called our future kid little star.”

My jaw would’ve dropped to the floor if he wasn’t holding it in his grip. Instead, I stare wide-eyed and will my heart to slow down.

He didn’t just say that.

I have no comeback as his earlier mirth returns and he steps back. Winking once, he turns and walks down to the cobblestone path. When he’s almost at the end, I find my voice and shout, “Kingston!”

He doesn’t stop.

I stomp after him without any regard that it’s freezing cold outside. “You can’t say things like that!”

He turns and shrugs, walking backward. “I just did, Star.”

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

“I don’t joke when it comes to you.”

“I only agreed to dating while we’re here, not a freaking marriage.” I swallow before grumbling, “And definitely no future kids.”

“You’re a fool if you think I’m not trying to make you mine completely. In every sense.”

“No one gets attached in a week.”

“Then we’ll be the first.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“See you later for our date, Star,” he says and turning, he disappears around the corner.

I stay rooted to the spot, wondering what the hell just happened. What he’s saying implies more than lust and a strangers-with-benefits situation. He’s demanding more. Then why am I not raging mad or cutting ties with him? Because I know it can’t happen.

It’s impossible to fall in love in a week, right?

Right?

Neither my mind nor my heart answer back.

***

“I’m distracting you,” I tease Kingston, who has his eyes glued to the computer screen while his hand is glued to my thigh.

He pauses his back-and-forth caresses to glance at me.

“You are, but don’t worry, I can multitask.” Staring at me with a mischievous yet filthy look, he teases back, “Which you already know Icando after last night… and this morning.”

Oh yes, how can I forget this morning?

I woke up to the most wonderful view and feeling ever. Kingston’s unholy mouth between my thighs, eyes closed as he ate my pussy languidly and deeply like it was his favorite breakfast in the world.

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