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It’s been a long time since I kissed a woman like this.

I step between her open legs, grabbing her hips.

I kiss her again, more thoroughly, and then pull away. I press my forehead against hers, breathing hard. Margo keeps her hands clutched in my shirt and her legs go around my waist.

I make a low sound in the back of my throat and kiss her again.

Margo moans against my lips, kissing me back just as hungrily.

She tastes like tomatoes and sunshine.

I lick into her mouth, letting out a harsh breath. Something acrid catches in my nose, and I pull away.

I let out a low curse in Italian. “Sauce is burning, bellissima.”

Margo huffs out a breath but drops her legs and lets go of my shirt.

I step back and move the pan off the burner.

“I’m—” I start, but she doesn’t let me finish.

She places a finger over my lips.

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not,” she says huskily. “You fulfilled my wish.”

That’d been her wish. Homemade pasta, fed to her by hand, without a drop on her white dress. Nobody counting her bites. Then to be called mine.

I haven’t fought an erection this hard since high school.

“Good,” I murmur, and put my mouth close to her ear. “Because you’re mine.”

I’m almost alarmed that it sounds so right coming out of my mouth.

Margo lets out a low moan that makes my knees go weak. I brace myself on the counter with one hand.

“You should go home and get some rest,” I suggest hoarsely.

Margo pouts again, just slightly. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it.

God help me.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MARCUS

Gabe texts the group chat at midnight.

Gabe: Margo wants us all to volunteer in the kitchen.

Cole sends a thumbs-up emoji.

Gabe: I kissed her. And fulfilled her first wish.

Shock settles over me and I blink at the screen.

Cole: You did not!

Gabe: I did.