"I'm craving you right now," Nathaniel's voice was rough with desire.

His eyebrows quirked up, his gaze teasing as he lounged on the sofa with an air of authority, like a king awaiting his subjects.

He playfully lifted Celeste's chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Didn't you just say you'd do anything?"

"Well... I said that, but I meant dinner first..." Celeste's fingers drew circles on his chest, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and ...