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My gaze snaps back to Margo.

She tilts her chin up. “What?”

I advance, backing her up against the counter with my body, pinning her. I place my hands on either side of her on the metal counter and lean in.

Margo draws in a shaky breath.

“What did Marcus say to you?”

She just looks at me, brown eyes sparkling with defiance.

“None of your business.”

I let out a breath that’s almost a growl.

“Did he fulfill your wish?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“But Gabe did.”

“Yes.”

Her mouth is in an almost permanent pout.

I groan, burying my face against her neck, breathing in her scent of rosewater and something warm and sweet like brown sugar.

“C-Cole,” she stutters, but she doesn’t pull away.

Not even when I press my lips against her throat. My tongue darts out to taste the salt of her skin, and Margo lets out a little whimper.

I move my mouth just under her jaw, kissing her there open-mouthed. I suck a mark there and Margo squeaks.

I pull away with a pop and look down at her.

I take her uptilted chin in my hand.

“Open.”

Her mouth pops open immediately, and a smirk plays at my lips.

“Good girl,” I murmur, and Margo melts, her arms going around my neck, mouth still obediently open.

I devour her mouth, sucking on her tongue. Margo moans, the sound muffled as I keep kissing her.

When her fingers tighten in the hair at the nape of my neck I pause, smiling against her mouth.

I pull away just to hear her whine, and she does. Pleasure rolls down my spine. I’m going to make a game out of that sound.

“Gabe’s right,” I say, and my voice comes out hoarse. “You do taste like all my best dreams.”

Margo breathes in through her nostrils and opens her mouth but then I hear Gabe at the back door.

I step away, looking at the mark I’d left under her jaw. She can hide it easily, but I’ll know.

Gabe looks between the two of us. He looks absolutely miserable.

I almost feel bad.