Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 230: I can’t resist your temptation.

He returned moments later with the dessert box and two spoons tucked between his fingers.

Anne straightened up. "What did you order?"

He opened the box to reveal two perfectly warm, gooey chocolate lava cakes with chilled scoops of vanilla melting at the edges.

"You sneaky man." Her eyes widened with delight.

"You cooked for me, and I wanted to feed you something sweet," he said with a wink, settling down beside her again. He scooped a piece of the warm cake with a little swirl of ice cream and held it to her lips. "Say ’ahh.’"

She took it in slowly, eyes closing as the flavors melted on her tongue. "Mmm. This is so unfair. You are going to spoil me."

"That’s the idea," he murmured, brushing a thumb across the corner of her mouth to catch a bit of chocolate.

She grabbed the spoon from him and scooped a bite in return. "Your turn," she said, voice soft, teasing.

He leaned forward and took the bite straight from her spoon, lips brushing her fingers, gaze locked on hers. His foot brushed against her leg under the table. His hand settled on her thigh.

Her stomach fluttered.

"You do realize," he said huskily, "that if dessert had come any later, I might have skipped it entirely and gone straight for something else."

Anne smiled, heat rising in her cheeks. "Is that so?"

He leaned in, brushing his nose against hers. "Oh, don’t doubt. I can’t resist your temptation."

The spoon fell to the side, forgotten, as their mouths met in a slow, molten kiss. The kiss grew more demanding, urgent.

His hand slipped beneath her top, calloused fingers brushing over bare skin. She gasped, arching into him, her fingers tugging at his t-shirt with matching desperation.

"I need you now," Augustine growled against her mouth.

He stood abruptly, pulling her up with him. In one swift motion, he lifted her effortlessly onto the edge of the dining table. The sudden coolness of the wood met the heat of her thighs as her legs parted to draw him in.

His mouth found the curve of her neck, trailing kisses hot and unrelenting as his hands roamed her body, unbuttoning, slipping fabric aside like it offended him.

She gasped again as he pressed her back slightly against the table, one arm curled around her waist, anchoring her to him as he kissed her deeper, harder.

Anne fumbled at his belt with trembling fingers, driven half-mad by the sheer force of his hunger.

He kissed her fiercely, breathing ragged. "I’ve been starving for you since I walked in."

The remaining clothes were discarded, scattered on the floor. The faint clatter of a spoon hitting the floor echoed as he claimed her.

There was nothing slow about the way he moved. It was raw, desperate, and possessive. Every thrust penetrated her deeper, hitting at the same spot.

Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, her cries swallowed by his mouth. He held her close to him, banging her, again and again, until she crashed into many pieces beneath him, shuddering at the fierce intensity of orgasm.

He followed suit right after her. They remained locked together, foreheads pressed, breathing hard, still trembling from the aftershocks.

After a long moment, Augustine gently shifted, brushing a kiss to her cheek, then to her temple. "You are trembling," he murmured. "Come here."

With careful tenderness, he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her from the table. Anne rested her head against his shoulder, her arms curling around his neck. She was already half-asleep, from the exhaustion, from his warmth, and the comfort of his closeness.

He carried her slowly down the hallway, one arm under her knees, the other around her back. He nudged the bedroom door open with his foot and brought her to their bed, laying her down gently on the soft sheets. Her eyes fluttered open just briefly, a dreamy smile curving her lips as she looked up at him.

She reached up sleepily, her fingers tracing his jaw. "Stay close."

"I’m not going anywhere."

He pulled the covers over her, slipped in beside her, and gathered her into his arms. She sighed contentedly, her body melting into his, her breathing slowing as sleep began to pull her under.

Within minutes, Anne was fast asleep, curled against his chest.

Augustine watched her for a while, his hand gently stroking her back, marveling at how peaceful she looked. His fierce, beautiful, brilliant wife could disarm him with a smile or bring him to his knees with just a touch.

He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Goodnight, my love."

Then he closed his eyes, holding her a little tighter, and let sleep take him too.

The next morning...

Both Anne and Augustine had slipped back into work mode.

Augustine casually mentioned a luncheon. "I’ll be taking you to meet someone special today," he said, a hint of mystery in his tone. "Just be ready."

Thinking it was another one of his business connections, Anne nodded without pressing further. She stood near his desk, flipping through his schedule. Her eyes paused on one particular entry. "The delegates from the Beaumont Group will be here soon," she said, glancing up from her diary. "The meeting starts in thirty minutes."

Augustine, seated behind his desk, didn’t look up. His pen moved fluidly across the last page of the file he was signing.

"Hmm," he acknowledged, closing the file. He pushed it toward her. "Take it to the production department. I’ve approved the latest requirement request. Check in with the director, ask if there are any new issues or demands. If anything is urgent, set up a meeting. I want all the ongoing projects to speed up. No more delays."

"Understood," Anne replied, picking up the file. "I’ll go right away."

She turned to leave.

"Wait."

Anne halted in her tracks. She turned, expecting another set of instructions.

He rose from his chair and moved toward her, his steps deliberate and unhurried. He stopped in front of her, looking deeply into her eyes. Something flickered in his gaze, something heavy with meaning.

Anne tilted her head slightly, offering a tentative smile. "What is it?" she asked, raising her hand to rub her cheek. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No.". He brushed his knuckles down her cheek. "I was just thinking... maybe you could wear something nice for the luncheon."

She blinked in surprise. "What? Why?" A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "Isn’t it a business lunch?"

Augustine didn’t answer her question directly. "I already asked Gustave to arrange a dress for you. I want you to look beautiful."

That hit her like a jolt. Her smile faded.

Bitter memories claw their way back. She recalled how Denis had once traded her to get a deal with Mr. Lee, trying to barter her dignity for power. That incident had left a lasting impression on her heart, and she wondered if Augustine was also trying to use her.

"You are scaring me."

Augustine’s expression softened. "It’s not a business luncheon," he said quietly.

Her brows furrowed. "Then what is it?"

"You’ll see," he replied with a faint smile. "It’s a surprise."

The tension in her shoulders loosened at that. He wasn’t like Denis. He would never trample on her dignity. The unease melted from her face, and her smile returned.

"Another surprise?"

"Of course." His smile deepened as he leaned in, cupping her face in his hands. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Then he pulled back and murmured, "Now go. Deliver those files."

Anne gave a small nod and turned to leave the room, the warmth of his kiss still lingering on her skin.