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CHRIS'S POV

“What is this about?” Amelia asked, even as she slurped on her drink, her gaze fixed on mine above the glass.

I rounded the table, coming to rest my hands on her shoulders as I began to pepper kisses down her neck.

Her head tilted to the side, allowing me more area to suck on. “Is this what this is about? Some sweet dinner so you can impress me?”

I nibbled at the skin, my voice muffled. “What are you talking about? Of course not.”

Lies.

That was exactly what this was about. It felt like I was being cock blocked in my own house. Amelia always...