Chapter 421

Emmeline was halfway through writing “Independence” when he suddenly pulled her hips back against him with a swift, decisive movement.

She gasped as she felt his arousal pressing into her, hard and insistent through the fabric of their clothes.

The piping bag faltered in her grip, nearly ruining the careful lettering she’d created.

“This is going to be a problem when everyone arrives,” he muttered against her neck, frustration evident in his tone. “I’m not sure I can be expected to make polite conversation when all I can think about is getting you alone.”

Emmeline’s hand trembled, nearly ruining the decoration as desire and annoyance battled within her.

“Zavian!” she scolded, turning in his arms to face him.

Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright with want and exasperation. “I almost messed it up! This cake took me hours.”

Zavian her against the counter until she was trapped between the cold marble and his warm body. One hand moved to tangle i