“Sir… Ms. Maya,” James’s voice carried through, measured but insistent, slicing through the air. “Dinner is served, and Madam awaits your presence.”
Maya froze, a flush creeping up her neck as her eyes widened in mortified panic. She pressed a hand to her lips, stifling a laugh that threatened to ruin the moment entirely.
Damien’s eyes darkened, lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. He pulled back just slightly, tilting his head toward her, his voice a low growl edged with teasing. “Looks like we’ve been summoned, my queen. But don’t worry… this isn’t over.”
Maya’s shoulders shook as she let out a breathy laugh, still catching her composure, while Damien’s hand lingered possessively at her waist as they reluctantly separated from the bed, the heat between them still humming in the air
