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“That was the idea.” He pulls me down to straddle his lap. “I know it’s your favorite dessert. Be gentle, Chef.”

“I’m a harsh judge,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss the shell of his ear. “I don’t play favorites, unfortunately.”

“I could offer you an incentive for a better grade.” He squeezes my ass and pulls me hard against his erection, making me ache with need. “Perhaps you could tell me if there’s anything I can do for an A, Chef.”

I rock forward against his cock, moaning as the movement rubs him against my clit. “Anything?”

He grins, his lips moving to my neck. “Anything.”

“Then let’s make you earn that grade.” I kiss the corner of his mouth, his jaw, then his mouth properly, and moan when he pushes into it, his tongue stroking mine slowly until my panties turn damp.

I push back with a smile, swipe a finger through the dessert on his plate, and spread it across his mouth. Then I follow my finger and lick it off him, deepening the kiss so he can taste it too.

“Mm, yum.”

“What grade do I get for that?”

“It’s delicious,” I say honestly. “But you still need to work harder for an A.”

“Is that so?” he drawls, reaching between us to grip my blouse.

I gasp when he rips it open. He shoves my bra down to reveal my breasts, and this time, he scoops up more of the tiramisu and spreads it over both nipples. I shudder.

“Then, I’ll just work harder.”

I cry out when his mouth closes over one in hot suction, tongue circling the sensitive peak slowly until my back arches and I’m trembling. He gives the other the same attention.

“What about now?” he asks, once he’s licked me clean. “Do I get my A?”

“Close,” I say with a shudder. “So close.”

“Can’t have that.” He tumbles us off the chair onto the carpet. We roll there, kissing, tearing at each other’s clothes until we’re both naked and everything we were wearing is somewhere neither of us will need to think about for a while.

I’m panting for air when we break apart from the kiss. “My turn,” I say, reaching up to scope two fingers through the tiramisu. I swipe it across his chest, down his stomach, and over his cock. He gasps as I swirl the cream around his shaft, and I feel him pulse against my hand, those dazed eyes tracking every move.

“What a mess,” I say, sucking the excess off my fingers. “I’d better clean it up.”

I lick it off his chest, catching his nipples with my teeth, swirling my tongue as I work down. His breath catches when I reach his stomach, muscles bunching as I tongue the path down to that sexy V-line.

“Tastes so good,” I moan, locking eyes with him as I lick the cream from his shaft. He damn near comes off the carpet. I clean him from crown to base, trailing my tongue up and down, and then I seal my mouth over his cock.

“Margot,” he bellows. His hands tangle in my hair as I suck harder. His hips jerk, and his breath turns ragged. “Fuck, baby, stop before I come.”

I laugh when he pulls me back, his blue eyes past heated.

“What?” I ask innocently. “I’m just sampling the dessert you made me. It’s sweet.”

He pulls me into a kiss that curls my toes. “I don’t want to come yet.”

“No?”

“Not until I’m inside of you,” he rasps, gripping my hips, and then he’s entering me. Slowly. Tortuously.

“Bishop,” I sigh, gripping his shoulders as he fills me, stretching me until he’s all I can feel.

“I want to marry you,” he breathes, kissing the edge of my mouth, my nose. “I want to put a baby in you and start a family. I want all of it.”

“Me too,” I whisper as playful turns into something else entirely.

I wrap my legs around him, the diamond and ruby ring glinting as fiercely as his eyes as we make love on the carpet with Reno alight around us. And I think about the first day I came here, a city so far from my own. I felt a connection, a pull I didn’t understand.

I understand now. He was the pull. My safe haven. My forever.

My home.

~The End