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Private Indulgence

Author: Lily Writes
last update publish date: 2026-04-11 16:25:00

Chapter 12: Private Indulgence

The morning after our Fifth Avenue shopping spree, Damien surprised me again.

Instead of sending me back to the gallery or summoning me to his office, he woke me with slow, deep kisses trailing down my spine. His voice was rough with sleep and hunger when he murmured against my skin:

“Get dressed, little one. Daddy’s taking you somewhere special today. No work. No gallery. Just us.”

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