Kate had started baking. She loved Bastien’s kitchen—it was spacious and had everything she could possibly need. The mansion quickly filled with a sweet aroma. In a large pot, she was preparing hot chocolate with orange while pulling out a tray of freshly baked cookies and sliding another into the oven. She had little bags set aside and foam cups ready to be served. She was stirring the chocolate when a pair of hands slipped around her waist and Bastien’s face buried in her hair, inhaling her scent.

—Mmm… this smells amazing.

—Do you like it? It’s chocolate with orange.

—I meant you. —Bastien kissed her neck, making her giggle.

—Bastien, I’ll burn myself. Do you want me to get hurt?

—Of course not, my love, but I trust you’ll focus. —He kept kissing her neck, leaving small marks. Kate grabbed a spoonful of the hot drink and blew on it.

—Here. —Bastien stopped and turned toward her, opening his mouth to taste it.

—Mmm… delicious. Why did you make so much?

—Because I want your men to ha