“Don’t worry. I’ll manage. If the bed proves too small, I’ll purchase a larger one tomorrow. I’m willing to give it a shot tonight,” he assured.

Millie found herself at a loss for words.

Marcus had fully embraced his audacious side, transforming into a mischievous rogue.

“Then it’s the sofa for you.” Millie’s words hung in the air as she retreated into the bedroom, securing the door behind her.

As Millie’s eyelids grew heavy with slumber, a presence found its place beside her on the bed, proving that Marcus’ earlier words held true—no door could thwart his intentions.

Unbeknownst to Millie, she drifted into sleep while sharing the bed with him.

in, the aroma of the red wine on Millie

waist, Marcus’ hand embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his fingers brushing against the softness

soft skin was palpable beneath his touch. The intensity

rather, it held a captivating allure, akin to an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he repeated the gentle contact, surrendering to a sensation

flaunted their décolletage, aiming to entice him with their exposed

a feverish surge within him, his blood racing to a boiling point, a sensation

a jolt of pain and a pinch that startled her

lay by her side. An unbidden

Hadn’t he exercised caution in his actions? Yet, why did her

with a facade of composure, Marcus remarked,

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