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Drake's POV:
You'd think that would be enough to satisfy her cravings for the day, but no... not my mate. Leila's eyes gleamed with mischief, and I barely had a moment to process what was happening before she pushed me down into my chair, her determination evident in the way she held her body.
One look at her—those deep blue eyes filled with playful defiance—and I knew she really meant it when she said she wasn't letting me off easily. I couldn't help but smirk at her eagerness. This was going to be anything but a short break.
She dropped to her knees between my legs, her movements fluid and confident, as if she owned this space—and honestly, she did. My heart raced as I watched her fingers work to unzip my pants slowly, deliberately, teasingly. The anticipation coiled tight in my stomach, a familiar rush of excitement coursing through my veins.
