One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss
I lean forward and kiss him, long and lingering, and he slides his arm around me and kisses me back, his fingers skating across my shoulders, making me tingle.
“Put him down,” Saxon says, coming back in carrying a casserole dish, “you don’t know where he’s been.”
We part with a laugh, and he puts the dish in the center of the table and removes the lid. “Chicken chasseur,” he states, releasing a wonderful smell of onion, garlic, and red wine into the air.
“And mash,” Catie adds, returning with a big bowl of mashed potatoes and putting that beside it.
“It smells fantastic,” Kip tells her.
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