Britney stared at him with wide, startled eyes, her cheeks instantly heating up. "Cole, what are you doing?" she protested softly, shifting in mild panic on his lap. "I can feed myself. I can use my own hands!" Cole didn't budge an inch, locking his dark gaze onto hers with an amused, unyielding smirk. "As your husband, I want the privilege of feeding my wife tonight," he replied smoothly, scooping up a delicate, steaming bite of the dish from the glass plates. "Open up, Britney." Hesitating, Britney felt a flutter of shyness twist in her chest. She clamped her lips shut for a second, shaking her head. "I'm not a baby, Cole. Really, I can eat on my own." "Then consider it an order from your boss," Cole teased, bringing the fork closer to her lips, the rich, savory aroma making her stomach give a traitorous rumble. "Unless you want me to force you to eat it another way?" Knowing full well he wasn't joking, Britney le
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