Page 97 of Baking for the Popstar

I am, now and forever, Clara Bachelor.

Hot breath races across my skin as Lukas draws me down onto his lap and wraps his arms around my waist. “You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you, sweetness?”

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to, Lukas.”

He kisses my neck. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you.”

He squeezes. “Again.”

“I love you.”

“How much do you love me, Clara?”

“With every atom in my body and thought in my head. I adore you. I want you, feverishly. You are my air. The salt of my life. The song playing on repeat in my blood. I love you enough to drown us both.”

“Come home with me,” he whispers.

I let my head fall back against his shoulder, and I say, “I am home with you.”

His smile etches itself into my skin moments before he claims me as his, repeating ceaselessly how he’smine.

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