The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 243

Zane instructed the smart speaker to play some music.

As the melody filled the room, he stealthily fished a pill from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.

Hearing the rustle of fabric, Elara tried to pull back to look at him, but Zane held her tightly against his chest. He reached blindly for the water glass on the counter and took two quick gulps.

Elara had never seen anyone pause a passionate kiss for a hydration break. "Did you have something really salty for dinner?"

Zane chuckled, nuzzling his straight nose against the crook of her neck. "I had spinach."

It took Elara a second to catch the reference to Popeye's secret weapon. "You're a grown man, and you still need spinach?"

He took her earlobe between his teeth, teasing it gently before murmuring, "Nobody is perfect, and that includes me."

Elara assumed he was just joking and didn't think much of it.

Zane spun her around and lifted her onto the edge of the bar counter, his fingers deftly untying the sash of her robe.

"Turn... turn off the lights," she stammered.

He stroked her cheek, his voice a low rumble. "It's not like I haven't seen you before."

"No..."

In Elara's past experiences, intimacy belonged in a bed, in the dark, with her on the bottom. But with Zane, they were always anywhere but the bed.

"Hurry up," she urged, her face flushed crimson.

Zane ignored her plea, trailing soft, lingering kisses down her elegant neck.

Unable to hold back, Elara lightly pinched his chest. "Turn them off..."

Normally, a pinch was a warning, but right now, it felt like a reward. Zane let out a deep groan, his voice turning husky. "Harder..."

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