The Forbidden Throb (Emma and Daniel) novel Chapter 152

Chapter 152

Emma’s POV:

Daniel’s lips curved into a slight smile.

He couldn’t help but lean down and press a gentle kiss to the corner of my eye, his voice warm and coaxing as he began his negotiation.

“Baby, normal sex life is a part of a stable relationship.”

My heart stuttered at the casual way he said it, like we were discussing weekend plans instead of-

“I don’t support excess,” he continued, his tone perfectly reasonable. “But I’m also not planning on abstinence. So while you’re recovering… His gaze dropped to where the blanket had slipped slightly. “Stop tempting me.”

I gaped at him. “Who-who’s tempting you?”

How dare he twist this around!

Where’s the justice in that?

Daniel looked down at me calmly, his large hand moving to massage my aching calf with deliberate gentleness. “Aren’t you?”

I’m going to die of frustration. Actually die.

I turned my head away, mouth opening to protest further, when he suddenly leaned in and silenced every objection with a kiss.

The touch was achingly gentle-tender in a way that made my chest constrict.

He tasted like the cedar and citrus scent that clung to both of us now. His lips were soft, slightly cool against my overheated skin. I could feel his breath, fresh with mint, ghosting across my shoulder through the thin fabric of his t-shirt I wore.

“My fault,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and soothing. “You’ve been so good, baby. Next time I’ll be gentler.”

“You” I started, then stopped. My throat felt raw. Everything felt raw.

“Finish your soup,” he said gently, reaching for the bowl I’d abandoned on the nightstand.

I wanted to argue. To push back against his calm reasonableness. But my stomach growled traitorously, and the beef broth had been perfect- rich and warming and exactly what I needed.

I took the bowl with both hands, avoiding his gaze. Took another spoonful. Then another.

“Good girl.”

The praise, soft and approving, sent heat flooding through me that had nothing to do with the soup. I nearly choked.

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Chapter 152

I set the bowl down with slightly more force than necessary. “You can’t just… after last night… and then this morning you’re all I gestured helplessly at him. -back to being perfectly polite Dr. Prescott.“

“Would you prefer I stay in bed all day?” His tone was mild, but something in his eyes sharpened. “Because I considered it, baby.

The endearment made my pulse stutter.

I pulled the blanket higher, tucking my neck into its warmth, and turned my head slowly. “I want to go out,” I mumbled into the fabric.

Daniel didn’t tease me about my wilted appearance. He simply asked, “Where to?”

The question stumped me.

Because honestly… I didn’t have any particular must-see itinerary planned. Before leaving Boston, I’d spent hours browsing travel blogs, even created a whole “Paris Must-Visit” folder with cathedral tours and opera house tickets and Seine river cruises. But now that I was actually here, all I felt was… lazy.

A quiet snowy day. A warm, dimly lit hotel suite. Soft, sweet-smelling blankets. And Daniel here beside me.

This was the ultimate staying-in setup.

If we were back in Boston, I wouldn’t want to go anywhere. I’d immediately jump out of bed, boil water for two mugs of hot chocolate, grab

some nuts and snacks, pick a few favorite movies or cartoons, curl up in Daniel’s arms to find the most comfortable position, pull a blanket

over us both, and just… watch together.

Just thinking about it made me feel blissfully content.

But this was my first time abroad-those expensive plane tickets couldn’t just go to waste staying indoors.

After thinking for a moment, I said, “Maybe… the cathedral and opera house?” I hesitated, feeling oddly shy. “I’d also like to visit that café by your medical school. The one in the little square.”

Daniel’s eyebrow lifted slightly. “Didn’t you just go there yesterday?”

“Professor Hermann told me it was your favorite place when you were a student,” I said, turning my head to hide the small flush creeping up my cheeks. “So I thought… maybe we could go together this time.”

A pause. Then, more uncertainly: “Would that be too much to squeeze into one afternoon?”

Daniel’s gaze softened.

“We can take our time,” he said quietly. Then, with the hint of a smile: “If you get tired, I’ll carry you back.”

The way he said it-low and intimate-made heat rush to my face. I practically scrambled off the bed, suddenly very motivated to move quickly.

That’s when I noticed the shopping bag, still sitting on the chair.

I pulled it onto the bed and began unpacking, my amazement growing with each item. It wasn’t just one or two pieces-it was everything.

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Chapter 150

Lace Pale piss with delat ruffle trim along the edges, Matching set bra and panties clearly expensive and decidedly,

Um 1 had it up between two fingers like it might bite me. “Did you… pick this one too?“

Daniel glanced over, and his eyebrow lifted slightly. For a moment, something flickered in his expression-surprise, maybe even amusement.

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