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Chapter 167

“Rochelle gave us a wedding present,” he told her, glancing up into her eyes before leaning down to kiss her exposed cleavage.

“Dare I ask?”

“Remember the table I liked so well?” Her eyes widened as she remembered the table she had been restrained on while having her unmentionables waxed. “She is having it delivered to the flat in Chelsea. I thought it would be better there than where my parents’ may see it.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

She felt numb, thinking about a table like that sitting in their living room where anyone could see it.

“I already thanked her, and I plan on making very good use of it once we return.”

“You wouldn’t dare?” she huffed, then instantly remembered who she was speaking to.

“Not only do I dare, but I will. I have many plans for that table, and I promise you won’t be objecting for long.”

Creighton put a halt to her unspoken scolding with the pressure of his lips against hers, his tongue coaxing and teasing a moan from her, smiling when she relaxed beneath
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