The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress
Lila, trapped between us, squealed in protest, then giggled as Damien lifted her effortlessly, spinning her in the air like a princess dancing at a ball.
When we finally pulled apart, breathless, Lila framed his face with her small hands, her expression solemn. “Daddy? Now that you’re forty, does this mean you’ll stop being so lovie dovie around mom?”
Damien laughed, the sound rich and full, echoing off the library walls. He pressed a smacking kiss to her cheek. “Not a chance, princess. In fact” he turned to me, his eyes alight with mischief and love, “I think forty calls for even more lovie dovie. What do you say, Mrs. Blackstone?”
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