Alexander’s POV
The plate was empty, the bacon was gone, and the eggs were a memory.
I stood between Lilian’s knees as she sat on the marble island, wiping a smudge of maple syrup from the corner of her mouth with my thumb. She leaned into the touch, her eyes heavy-lidded and satisfied, looking like a cat that had just stolen the cream and the canary.
She ate, Titus purred in the back of my mind, curling up contentedly. The Mate is full. The Mate is warm.
“You have syrup on your chin,” I murmured, my voice low.
“Lick it off,” she challenged, her voice a sleepy, sultry whisper that sent a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.
I chuckled, leaning in. “Do not tempt me, Lilian. We’ve already traumatized the kitchen staff. If I take you on this counter, Ruth will likely quit.”
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