“I’m totally going to call TMZ or something. This will be on the front page by tomorrow.”

I roll my eyes at her, and for the rest of the dinner, the two of us trade stories back and forth. It’s nice—being able to let go and just be myself. I don't have to always be on around Bree, and I can turn the bodyguard part of myself off when it’s just us.

I’m still a protective son of a bitch, but the only thing I care about is making her happy. I want all her smiles, all her laughs, and every shy smile when she thinks I don't notice she’s turned on.

She was practically moaning around her fork all through dinner. Every time she’d do it, she would look for my reaction, which is how I knew she was turned on.

“You know, you still haven't told me your favorite book,” I say as I take our plates to the sink, and Bree trails behind me. I start washing, and Bree has a towel, so when I hand her the plate, she dries.

It’s so normal, and I know she’s appreciating every second of tonight because she doesn't get a lot of these moments in her life. And it’s my job to make sure that, despite everything going on, she’s still able to remember she can be a normal girl sometimes, not just a social media personality.

“If I had to pick, it would be an entire series. It’s got one of the best fictional families ever, and I could reread the second book for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”

“So, found family is your favorite trope?”

Her eyebrows shoot to her hairline. “Yes, but how did you know that?”

“You and Teags get forty octaves higher when you talk about the books you've read. I heard you guys one day when I was in my office.”

Bree only giggles. “Ah, thatmakes sense.”

We spend a few more minutes cleaning up, and when we’re done, I pull the strawberries and chocolate out for her. “I have a surprise for you.”

“Vince, I hate surprises, and the dinner was enough of a treat.” Bree plays with part of the bow that hangs from her hair before I set a small black box in front of her.

“Open it, angel.”

“Vince—”

“Bree,” I say as I open it for her. I don't know why this girl is so weird about accepting gifts, but once she sees what it is, her mouth drops open.

“Touch bracelets?”

“You’ve seen them before?”

“Yeah, just online, but why did you get me these?”

“It’s technically for both of us. Now we have matching bracelets,” I tell her as I slip it onto her wrist. “I figured we could use them in public. It kills me sometimes that I can’t grab you and kiss you, but I can send you a message through this so you know I’m thinking about you.”

Her eyes get a bit misty. “This is perfect, Vince. I’m sorry I can’t parade you around in public, but as—”

I stop her unnecessary apology with a kiss. “Angel, I don’t need the entire world to know about us. The only thing that matters is that we know it and the people who love us know it, okay? We could be a secret forever, and I’d still be the luckiest man on the entire fucking planet.”

“I’d never keep you a secret for that long. Once this is all over, you’ll be annoyed with how many pictures I take of us.” She grabs my face and kisses me again, only this time, she slips her tongue into my mouth, and I wrap my arms around her so I can pull her closer.

“Bree, we still have dessert,” I tell her as I pull away.

“I want a different dessert right now,” she tells me as she hops onto the counter, pushing the bowl of strawberries and chocolate away. “I want you, Vince.Allof you.”

Is she saying what I think she is?“You do?”

“Yes,” she says as she lifts her dress up. “I thought it was obvious when I came down here with no underwear on.”

Jesus fucking Christ.I have to stop my mouth from watering as I look at her bare pussy underneath her dress. “Well, I need my dessert first, don't I?”

“Wh—” is all she can say before I hike her dress up and lick her entire pussy in one swipe. God, I could do this all fucking day. The sweet taste of her makes my dick twitch against my jeans, and as she lays against the counter, I grab her thighs and move her towards my face.

“You walked down here like this? You’re a bad fucking girl, Bree,” I say as I snake two of my fingers up to her mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet for me, baby.”