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"I feel the same way," Callum replies, kissing my forehead.

We spend the rest of the evening lost in each other, planning our future and talking about the family we hope to have.

"You know, when we were flying earlier, I was thinking about how many kids we want to have," I say, breaking the warm silence between us.

"Oh?" Callum raises an eyebrow, his gaze flicking to mine. "And what have you decided?"

I shift closer to him, my arm draped over his lap. "I think I want a big family. I picture us filling this house with laughter.”

A smile spreads across Callum's face. "I picture me filling your belly with lots of wee ones. "Shall we start practicing now?”

Callum's eyes darken with desire as the fire crackles, casting a warm glow over us. His hand gently trails down my back, sending shivers down my spine as he pulls me closer to him. The anticipation in the air is palpable, charged with the raw energy of our love and longing.

Without a word, our lips meet in a hungry kiss, igniting a passion that has been simmering between us for so long. The taste of wine lingers on our tongues as we explore each other with a fierce urgency, each touch setting our bodies ablaze.

I feel the heat of the flames against my skin as Callum's hands roam over me, awakening every nerve ending with his tender caresses. Our clothes become barriers that need to be shed, and soon, we are lost in a tangle of limbs and desire.

What we do then is a chapter out of Freya’s naughty romance novels.

The world outside fades away as we become lost in each other, consumed by a primal need that only the other can fulfill.

The intensity of our lovemaking is matched only by the raw emotion we share. We become one, lost in the moment, unaware of anything beyond the pleasure we derive from each other.

As we collapse onto the soft rug in front of the fireplace, I can't help but marvel at the beauty of our connection. I lay there, reveling in the afterglow, with Callum cradling me in his arms. His warm breath rustles against my skin, and I can't help but feel as if I'm floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

"I love you," I whisper, pressing my lips softly against his lips.

"And I love you more," he says.

“Can’t be.” Remembering how fun it was to be in charge, I grip the base of his neck. “There’s one more promise I need you to make.”

“What is it?” he asks.

“You have to lift your silly pet ban.” Brave, I know. I press on. “I want a kitten.”

“Aye. You’ll have your kitten.”

I squeal with glee. “Really!”

“I told you. I’ll give you anything you want.” He grabs my hand, pinning it behind my back as he flips over on his knees behind me. “But we’ve got to make one thing clear between us.”

He kisses my lower back, a nipping bite sinking into my ass. I gasp. “What?”

“I’m the one in charge.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Fiona

Naked by the fire, him over me, his strong arm slipping under my belly to pull me up on my knees. Kneeling behind me, he smacks my bare ass.

Pain blasts over my naked skin. “Ow! What was that for?”

“We need to make things clear. It was cute and sexy even when you were playing at being the one in control. But I’m the one in charge.” He spanks my other ass cheek harder than the first spank. I suck a harsh breath between my clenched teeth as he growls, “Can’t have you getting the wrong idea. Can we?”

“Do I still get the kitten?” I gasp.

“You’ll have your kitten, but you’ll be having a spanking first.”

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