“I would prefer a purple Vespa, thank you,” Anna said playfully. “And if I get bored, I will just have to give you a ride.” Her voice became more seductive and she glanced at Zack over her shoulder. Zack’s green eyes flash with heat at the suggestive undertone in Anna’s voice. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest as he steers her toward the stairs, his grip on her waist becoming more possessive. “A purple Vespa? Of course you would,” he said with mock exasperation. “And yeah, you can give me a ride anytime you want. In fact, I insist on it.” His steps become deliberate as they ascend the staircase, each stair bringing them closer to his bedroom. The air grows thicker with tension, charged with unspoken promises. “Just so we are clear,” he murmurs against her ear as they reach the landing. “When you give me a ride, it won’t be just driving somewhere. We will be doing plenty of other things along the way
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