“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.

aroma of the red wine on Millie clung to

embarked on a joumey upwards, drawn by an impulse he couldn’t contain, his

her soft skin was palpable beneath his touch.

an addiction. Succumbing to the impulse, he repeated the gentle contact, surrendering to a sensation that

women intentionally flaunted their décolletage, aiming to entice him with their

in Millie’s presence? Every touch ignited a feverish surge within him, his blood racing to a boiling point, a sensation nearing eruption. He longed to seize her with a heightened fervor, to grasp her tenderly yet firmly. Yielding to

a jolt of pain and a pinch that startled her

figure lay by her side. An unbidden expletive escaped her lips, directed squarely

into precarious territory. Hadn’t he exercised caution in his actions?

unease with a facade of composure, Marcus remarked, “It was an inadvertent

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