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“I’ fantastic at peanut butter and jelly” He narrowed his eyes at her, folding his are “Anyway, you’re supposed to be in bed”

“I’lad I’m not” She wandered over to the pantry and opened it up “Where is the staff?”

The security staff and handful of others were usually there, even if she only rarely spotted thes of royalty that she’d have to get used to, knowing she was being watched even in a room by herself

“Kitchen staff has theoff”

She grabbed a canister of flour and looked through the rest of the staples for what she needed “And security?”

“They’re about” He shrugged, seeh the pantry

“And that’s all you have to say about that” Had she expected ether? A small part of her had Time to squash that expectation, and all expectations about Do-the-inforet your ass in hot water one of these days”

There was that grin, the one thatto lecture o with s?”

“Oh, forgive me, Chef Dom” She set the flour, salt, and a few other staples on the island “Pancakes or waffles?”

He crossed to the island and looked through her gathered ingredients “Are there chocolate chips?”

“Really?” She raised herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed hih kind of kiss, but by the tiotten all of that and e, too “Are there cameras in here?”

He nodded, his gaze locked on her kiss-swollen lips as his pallided from her waist to the curve of her hips God, thisif t

hey could fit in the narrow pantry A quick glance confir to happen

“I fucking hate your cohed

“I’ree” He kissed his way down her throat, stopping at that sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder that turned off her brain with the efficiency of flicking a switch A light nip, and he backed away “Okay, pancakes first, then back up to my room, where cameras are banned, and then I will deliver on the promise I made”