Dinner that evening had been cozy and unhurried, filled with easy conversation and shared glances, the warmth of their budding connection evident in every smile, every lingering look. Angela felt her heart swell with the way Edmund looked at her, the way his presence filled the room. There was something calming about the steady, thoughtful way he moved around her.

　　After dinner, Angela excused herself to change, wanting to unwind from the evening and settle into the night while Edmund slipped away to his study.

　　She made her way upstairs, breathing in the softness of the quiet house, already feeling the comfort of the evening wrapping around her. She slipped into her nightdress, letting her hair fall loose around her shoulders. Her mind wandered, thinking about the simplicity and closeness they'd shared over dinner, and how natural everything felt with him.

　　In the quiet of his study, Edmund's tone shifted as he placed a call to Mark. He leaned back in his chair, his expression turning focused and intent as he spoke. "Mark, I need this taken care of by the end of the week," he said, his voice firm. "Make sure it's set up exactly as I outlined, no loose ends."

　　Mark's voice, though muffled over the phone, was clearly in agreement, assuring Edmund that everything would be done according to his plan. Edmund nodded, feeling a familiar satisfaction. He'd built his life on precision and control, and he trusted Mark to execute his vision seamlessly.

　　As she walked back to their room, she noticed that Edmund hadn't followed her. Curious, she checked the terrace, but it was empty. A soft glow spilled from beneath the door of his study down the hall, and she could faintly hear the low hum of his voice as he spoke to someone.

　　As she approached the study, Angela paused, hearing the tension in his voice as he spoke. "…manage the client. Handle it exactly as I laid out," Edmund's voice was low, carrying an unmistakable command.

　　Angela tilted her head slightly, intrigued by the conversation she'd interrupted. She rarely saw him this way, speaking with such quiet dominance. There was something captivating in the way he took charge. She couldn't quite make out what the call was about, but as she hovered just outside the door, he must have sensed her presence. He ended the conversation briskly, turning as she entered the study.

　　"Angela," he said, a smile quickly softening his expression. He pocketed his phone, seeming to shake off whatever had occupied him moments ago. "Is everything alright?"

　　"Everything's fine?" she replied, curious. "You sounded serious."

　　Edmund's smile didn't falter, but she caught the glint in his eyes, a flicker of something he wasn't eager to reveal. He took a step closer, gently taking her hands in his. "It was just a quick work matter. Nothing you need to worry about."

　　Angela nodded, sensing that he wouldn't share more. His secrecy left a small pang of curiosity within her, but she didn't press him. After all, she trusted him. Still, the weight of his words hung in her mind, the commanding tone she'd overheard lingering.

　　Edmund seemed to read the subtle question in her eyes, and, with a sudden spark of playfulness, he leaned down and swept her into his arms, pulling her close. She gasped, laughing softly as she clung to his shoulders, the warmth of his embrace soothing the questions in her mind.

　　He stepped out of the study with Angela in his arms and began to climb the stairs, when he spoke up. "What would you say if I asked you on a date tomorrow?"

　　Angela's heart skipped a beat, caught off guard by the offer. She'd never been on a date. In all the time they'd been growing closer, they hadn't yet ventured into the formal territory of dates. She could hardly believe he was asking her.

　　"A date?" she echoed softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

　　Edmund's lips curved into a teasing smile as he walked toward the staircase, still holding her. "Yes, a date," he repeated, a touch of humor in his voice. "You know, the kind where I show up at your door, take you somewhere special, and don't let anyone or anything interrupt us."

　　Angela's cheeks flushed with both excitement and uncertainty. "I'd like that very much," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She found herself smiling, unable to hide the excitement that bubbled up.

　　Edmund gave a satisfied nod, and his smile widened as he carried her up the stairs. "Then it's settled," he said, his eyes glinting. "Tomorrow, you're mine for the whole evening."

　　"I'm anyway yours. All day."

　　Edmund chuckled, a look of satisfaction crossing his face as he carried her towards their bedroom, and with a nudge of his foot, he closed the door behind them, casting the room in soft, shadowed privacy. He gently set her down on the edge of the bed, his gaze warm as it lingered on her face.

　　He took a moment to admire the way the dim light softened her features, the slight blush in her cheeks making her look impossibly sweet. There was something about Angela that always seemed to draw him in, a rare mix of innocence and fire that left him wanting more.

　　His hand brushed along her jawline as he leaned in close. "I hope you didn't forget the pill?"

　　Angela's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink at his question. She felt her face grow warm, her heart racing at the hint of mischief in his eyes. She nodded, unable to meet his gaze for a moment, her fingers playing with the button of his shirt.

　　Edmund chuckled, his fingers tracing a gentle path along her cheek. "Good," he murmured, his voice a mix of tenderness and intent. He let his thumb brush over her lips, pausing to feel their softness. "You're beautiful when you blush," he whispered huskily.

　　Angela felt her heart flutter as he leaned in, her body melting against Edmund's as his hands roamed over her curves. Breaking away from his mouth, she looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her breath coming in short pants.

　　"Edmund," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

　　Reaching up, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, her fingers clumsy with need. She shrugged out of it and tossed it aside, revealing the lacy bra that barely contained her ample breasts.

　　Edmund's gaze darkened as he took in the sight of her, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. He reached out, cupping one of her breasts in his palm, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple straining against the fabric.

　　"Oh, fuck," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You have no idea how much I love them."

　　He hooked his fingers under the strap of her bra and tugged it down, exposing more of her creamy flesh. His other hand came up to mirror the first, palming and kneading the plump mound. Angela arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her throat as he rolled and pinched her sensitive peak.

　　"Fuck, look at these," Edmund breathed, his eyes glued to her breasts as they bounced and swayed with each movement. "So big and perfect, just like I knew they'd be." His words sent a thrill through her, and her nipples tightened further under his worship.

　　Angela reached up to thread her fingers through his hair as he continued to lavish attention on her breasts. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, his tongue darting out to circle and flick at the straining bud before drawing it into his mouth.

　　She gasped, arching her back further, desperate for more of his intoxicating ministrations. His suction was powerful yet tender, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. When he pulled away, a trail of glistening saliva connected her nipple to his parted lips.

　　Edmund dipped his head again, leaving playful nips along her areola, teasing the sensitive area until it tingled with anticipation. His rough tongue swirled around her breast, mapping every curve and dip with hungry precision. One hand never left her breast, stroking and squeezing rhythmically while the other roamed lower, finding purchase on the smooth skin of her hip. His touch spread warmth through her like wildfire, igniting a fierce desire that threatened to consume her entirely.

　　"Edmund," she moaned, her voice ragged. "Please..." The plea hung in the air, heavy with longing.

　　"I know, baby," Edmund rasped, his teeth grazing her nipple as he spoke. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

　　His hand slid further down, dipping beneath the waistband of her skirt to cup the heated core of her femininity. Angela's hips jerked reflexively, a needy whimper escaping her as his fingers found her slick folds. He stroked through the dampness, gathering her essence before circling her clit with deliberate slowness.

　　"You're so wet for me already," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I can't wait to taste you."

　　With that, he dropped to his knees, his hands pushing her skirt up around her waist as he buried his face between her thighs. Angela cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair as he began to lap at her with long, greedy strokes of his tongue.

　　Edmund worked Angela's pussy with fervor, his tongue delving deep to claim her essence. Her cries of pleasure only spurred him on. He sucked her clit between his teeth, nibbling gently before releasing it to plunge his tongue back inside her clenching heat.

　　Angela was lost to the sensations, her hips bucking wildly as she rode his face. "Oh god, Edmund!" she wailed, her fingers digging into his scalp. "More, please!"

　　He obliged, doubling his efforts as he devoured her. His hands gripped her ass, lifting and spreading her open for his ravenous mouth. Angela's legs trembled, her thighs quivering as the pressure built within her.

　　Suddenly, Edmund straightened, his eyes blazing with primal hunger. He yanked her skirt down and tore off his own clothes, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing with need. He pinned her to the bed, his body covering hers as he aligned his throbbing erection with her dripping entrance. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

　　"Yes, fuck me!" Angela demanded, her voice raw with lust. "Hard and deep, I want to feel every inch of you."

　　Edmund needed no further encouragement. With a feral growl, he thrust forward, burying himself inside her. Angela screamed, her back arching off the mattress as he stretched her impossibly wide.

　　He set a devilish pace, driving him even deeper into her clutching heat with each stroke. Angela met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back. The room filled with the lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh and their panting breaths.

　　Edmund reached between them, his fingers finding Angela's clit once more. He rubbed the sensitive nub in time with his relentless pounding, pushing her closer to the edge. Her inner walls fluttered around him, squeezing his cock like a vice.

　　"Come for me, baby," he commanded, his voice a low rumble against her ear. "Let go and milk my cock with your sweet cunt."

　　Angela's orgasm crashed over her, her vision blurring as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her body. She screamed his name, her pussy clenching rhythmically around his shaft as she came undone beneath him.

　　The sensation of her release triggered his own, and with a guttural roar, Edmund buried himself to the root and spilled inside her, his hot seed flooding her womb. They collapsed together, spent and sated, their bodies still entwined as they caught their breath.