Lucian laid Seraphina on the bed and leaned over, capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
Seraphina closed her eyes, her fingers tightening their grip on his collar.
The ambient light washed over their intertwined bodies.
The fate of the white lace lingerie turned out completely different than she had anticipated.
It wasn't returned, nor was it stuffed at the bottom of a drawer to collect dust.
On the very first night it was worn, it was...
When Seraphina woke up the next morning, the lingerie had been reduced to a crumpled ball of fabric, discarded pitifully at the foot of the bed.
She took one look at it and quickly turned her head away, her ears burning red once more.
Lucian was already up, getting dressed in the walk-in closet.
Seraphina sat up, wrapping the comforter around herself, her body aching all over.
She glanced down at the marks on her skin and took a deep breath.
Maybe Tiffany's wild theories had a shred of truth to them after all.
But they really needed to take it easy in the future.
Her back couldn't handle this.
Perhaps catching her scent, Little Bean woke up in his crib with a soft fuss.
Seraphina hurriedly threw on her robe and walked over to pick him up.
Little Bean let out a tiny yawn, looked at her with his big, round eyes, and wrinkled his little nose.
*Mommy, you smell so nice, but you also smell like Daddy.*
Seraphina's hands trembled, nearly dropping her son.
"...You're just a baby, stop talking nonsense."
*I'm not talking nonsense. As soon as you picked me up, I smelled it,* Little Bean blinked innocently.
*What did you guys do last night?*
"Nothing!"
*Liar, you guys definitely—*
"If you keep talking, I'm putting you right back in bed," Seraphina threatened, blushing furiously, her voice cracking.

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