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under
the hem of her thin sweater and rubbing her soft skin.
    She writhed in his arms with a soft purr of
pleasure. “I’ll sing something extra sexy for you.”
    She tipped her face up to his and smiled, her
eyes dancing. He pressed his lips to hers and said, “I’d love to
take you out tomorrow night.”
    Her brow arched delicately. “On a date?”
    He nodded, dropping his hands to hers and
linking their fingers. “I’ve heard it’s traditional to go on at
least one date before getting married.”
    “You don’t eat.”
    He growled softly and drew her hands up to
his lips, kissing along her knuckles. “Don’t I?”
    She blushed scarlet and giggled. “Food, I
mean.”
    “There’s a restaurant west of the city meant
for vampires with non-vampire mates. It’s called Bistro
Claret.”
    “So you’ll drink SyBl and I’ll eat steak, and
we’ll make small talk about jobs and family before groping each
other in the car?”
    It was his turn to laugh. “You are precious,
my heart.”
    “Is this a fancy place?”
    He nodded.
    “I’ll be ready at sunset,” she said, going
onto her toes and wrapping her arms around his neck. He pulled her
against him, lifting her off the floor slightly. He walked backward
to the door and swung it shut, snapping the lock in place.
    Lifting her legs around his waist, she sank
her fingers in his hair as he turned and walked toward his desk,
intending to make her scream his name at least two times.
    Maybe three.
     
    * * *
     
    Although Mishka had been on numerous dates
over the years – he was five hundred, after all – he’d never been
on a date as important as this first one with Harmony felt. She was
already his mate, so whether the date went off without a hitch or
not, nothing about their relationship would change. But he still
wanted her to know how much he cared and how special she was to
him. Through their beloved connection, he’d seen her relationships,
and she’d seen his as well. Everything before her was like dust to
him now, a speck in the sand of eternity that waited for them.
    He tugged on his cuffs, rubbing his thumb
along the cufflink, a stunning moon sapphire that matched the
energy highlights in Harmony’s hair.
    She walked out of the bathroom in their
chamber wearing a simple black dress and the necklace he had given
her. The dress hugged her curves sinfully, stopping just above the
middle of her thighs. Her legs were bare, her feet encased in
strappy stilettos that brought her petite height just a little
closer to his. She’d arranged her hair to one side so that his mark
on her neck was visible. Every possessive instinct within him rose
as he settled his hands on her waist and tugged her close.
    “You. Are. Gorgeous.”
    “I’m in good company,” she said, running her
finger down the center of his dress shirt, her nails scraping
against the mother-of-pearl buttons. “I’m the luckiest woman in the
world to have such a handsome mate.”
    He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her
only briefly. She made a soft sound of protest, and he chuckled.
“If we really kiss, then I won’t get to woo you.”
    “I’m already wooed.”
    “I insist.”
    “We’ll still do that groping in the car
thing, though, right?” Her brows wiggled in jest.
    “As if I could keep my hands off you.”
    With another all-too-brief kiss, they walked
hand in hand to the door of the chamber and then out into the hall,
where they took the elevator to the first floor. Waiting in the
reception area of the offices were Vex, Rage, Finn, and Dolan.
    She clicked her tongue. “Four guards to go
out to dinner? How many would we need if we also went out for
dessert?”
    “A minimum of eight,” Rage said, “but if
you’re talking about ice cream, then it’s ten.”
    “At least,” Vex added.
    “Lucky for me I can have dessert at home,”
she whispered as she looked up at Mishka and ran her tongue along
her upper teeth.
    It took a tremendous amount of willpower to
actually leave