#Chapter 248 A Gift of Ownership

Grace Charles smirked and licked his lips. A jolt of heat went through me, like lightning and desire. Eason shook his head and set a set of pages aside. "Anything your heart desires, darling. But to start," Charles continued, his voice growing warmer, "You can come home and go to bed properly." I smiled at him, touched and wondering if that meant I could expect more than sleep. His eyes seemed to say I could. Were we done fighting? "Okay." Eason rolled his eyes and stood. "When you're done, I'll be back. I'm going to talk to Amira. Five minutes, you two. We have things to do." My face heated. "Don't be a spoiled sport, Eason," Charles said. "Tell your second-in-command to blow me then." Charles snorted as Eason left and rounded the table. He leaned close. His hands cupped my face, pulling me closer. Our lips met and a surge of heat ignited between us. His mouth tasted sweet. His tongue traced a path down my jawline, sending shivers dancing across my skin. Just as my hand ro