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The words barely leave my lips when he pulls back—and then he’s on his knees.

His mouth replaces his fingers without warning, licking, sucking, biting, making my entire body shake.

“Oh my God,” I manage between broken breaths, my fingers gripping the edge of the desk as if it’s the only thing holding me together.

I feel him laugh against me, the vibration sending me straight over the edge.

The orgasm hits hard, ripping through me without mercy, leaving no space to recover, no space to think.

Because he’s already moving.

Already back on his feet.

Already inside me in one deep, powerful thrust that pulls a loud cry from my throat.

And when he starts moving—precise, deep, each thrust deliberate, each whisper against my skin filled with need, with hunger, with possession… how much he missed me, how much he wants me… everything else fades.

And somewhere between the way he touches me and the way he holds me in place, I realize it with a clarity that knocks the air from my lungs—I love this man.

And more than anything, I want to live with him.

Forever.

SIXTY-NINE

Ethan

“Ethan, what’s it like to be in a relationship?”

“Ethan, is it true you’re in a relationship with Thalia, or is it all just a game to fool the press?”

“Are you trying to help her clean up her image?”

“Were you two together before all the information about her appeared in the media?”

“Were you with her while you were still in a relationship with Antonia? Which of the two relationships is fake?”

“Ethan, you should stop avoiding the press. It’s your duty as a public figure. People have the right to know what’s happening in your life.”

My security team keeps them at bay, creating a narrow corridor from the restaurant to the car. No one gets closer than three feet, yet they’re close enough for me to hear every question and for them to take as many photos as they want.

Once I sink into the quiet of the car, I finally relax against the back seat. Even with the windows fully tinted, they still try their luck, cameras flashing relentlessly.

This is how it’s been ever since I made my relationship with Thalia public. That single photo sparked a real scandal, and I don’t regret it. Not for a second.

Some of the questions are irritating, impertinent, completely unprofessional. But I know there are low-grade press agencies out there, so it doesn’t surprise me that they hire people so poorly trained.

The drive home feels endless, and that’s only because I can’t wait to get there—to see whether Thalia listened to me.

This morning, I gave her a deadline—by tonight, her baggage is supposed to be packed, and she’s supposed to be waiting for me at my house.

If I don’t find her home, I’m going to Theo’s place and take her from there with nothing—nothing but the clothes on her body.

When I remember what followed after her messages this morning, messages meant solely to provoke me, my cock stirs in my pants.

It was the first time she agreed to have sex in the office. And honestly? That’s exactly what I plan to do every single day from now on.

So hot. So intense. She’s so passionate, so sexy.