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“Oof!” I laughed, lifting her up and twirling her around before setting her back on her feet and kissing her soundly.

“Hello, beautiful. I love your dress. Another of Sara’s?” I asked.

“It is indeed. I love the silky fabric. It’s so sensual to touch,” she said, running her hands slowly, teasingly over her body.

I gulped, feeling an immediate rush, and pulled her closer. My hands found their way to her bum, squeezing gently. “It is soft and sensual. Just like you,” I murmured, my voice a low growl.

Her eyes sparkled, and she shimmied against me, rubbing herself against my groin.

“Hmmm, if you keep this up, honey, we won’t make our date,” I whispered in her ear.

“And that would be a bad thing?” she murmured, her body pressing closer to mine, making me instantly erect.

“Definitely not. But it would be a waste of my plans, and I’ve been working hard to impress you,” I said, my lips brushing her ear.

“Oh, you have? I thought you already knew just how much you’ve always impressed me,” she replied, nibbling at my neck as her hand slid down to squeeze my cock, the evidence of how muchsheimpressed me, unmistakable.

I groaned in pleasure but reluctantly pulled away, my lips lingering on hers. “Later, honey. I really want us to have that first date we should have had from the start.”

“I’d love that. So, go on, Mr Sexy Soldier, impress away!”

I grinned and held my arm out to her. “Your limo awaits, my lady.”

She beamed and slipped her arm through mine, her eyes flicking over me, appreciating the effort. “You’re looking very suave tonight, Anton.”

I grinned back. “And you’re not just looking beautiful, Marcie. You’re always beautiful. But tonight…” I paused, letting my gaze roam over her—her dress hugging her body just right, her hair falling in soft waves around her face. “Tonight, you look like trouble. And that’s exactly what I love about you.”

She raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing at her lips as if my words had made her think. “Trouble, huh?” Her voice had softened, a flicker of devilment in her gaze. “I’ll look forward to living up to that assessment later then.” She purred.

“Oh, I bet you will,” I replied, with a chuckle.

As we walked arm in arm, she pressed in close to my side.

“You haven’t told me where we’re going,” she said, her curiosity piqued.

“Because it’s a surprise. It’s a night for us. No interruptions. Just you and me.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, her voice soft with anticipation as I helped her into the back of the limo.

The drive to the venue was filled with the tension that simmered between us—expectant, eager, and Marcie’s excited chatter as she listed possible places we might be heading to. I laughed softly and said, “Just wait and see.”

We finally arrived at the venue, and I could see her eyes widen. “Oh my god, I’ve been dying to go here! But it’s so difficult to book. Even with my connections, I’ve never been able to get in for any of my more affluent clients, let alone myself.” She gushed, and I could see I’d chosen right.

“How did you make this happen?” she asked in awe, her eyes wide as I led her up to the private rooftop restaurant. The soft glow of lights bathed the sleek tables and elegant setting. Thelow hum of conversation added to the atmosphere, but there was a sense of exclusivity, a sense that we were far removed from the world we’d left behind.

“I’ve got connections of my own,” I replied, silently thanking Marko for hacking into the restaurants booking app, bumping the person who already had the reservation, and setting up my own.

“Anton…” Her voice trailed off, disbelief and admiration mixing in it as she turned to face me. “This is…”

“Just wait,” I said softly, brushing my thumb across her hand before leading her inside.

We were escorted into a small private room with an amazing view of the city—perfectly framed, like something out of a dream. A candle flickered on the table between us, casting a warm glow.

“This is amazing,” she grinned, her eyes sparkling as she took in the scene.

A pianist began playing softly in the background, the familiar melody adding an intimate touch. The atmosphere shifted, and I could feel the moment grow heavier with something deeper. Marcie’s expression softened, and she looked over at me, her gaze filled with wonder that I didn’t often see.

“I didn’t expect this, Anton,” she murmured, her fingers resting lightly on her wineglass. “This is…”