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Selene pulls me toward the pool stairs, then gently pushes me onto the highest step.

Using both hands, she spreads my legs apart and kneels in front of me two steps lower, half her body still submerged.

And when she opens her mouth and takes my cock deep enough to make every muscle in my body tense, I realize I never stood a chance against this woman.

Even on her knees in front of me, she’s the one in control.

Because, like I’ve said over and over again, if she asked me for an entire galaxy, I’d find a way to place it in her hands.

I would never tell her no.

FIFTY-TWO

Selene

“Ugh… why did you set your alarm so early?” Zayn complains, his face buried in my hair.

Even though my phone only vibrates when the alarm goes off, it’s enough to wake us both. It’s lost somewhere beneath the pillows, and neither of us manages to find it without opening our eyes.

“Because I have a meeting with Theo,” I answer as I finally locate my phone and silence the vibration. “I have to be at his office by nine.”

“Jesus,” he mutters, dropping his head back onto the pillows, his eyes still closed. “I need more sleep.”

Smiling, I lean closer and press a soft kiss to his cheek before turning to climb out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he asks, catching me around the waist.

“I literally told you.”

“I don’t think you understand me,” he whispers, pulling me back into his arms. “I want more sleep with you beside me.”

“But Zayn…” I try to protest.

“Selene, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours since you came back into my life. I’m not planning on letting you out of my sight for at least two weeks.”

Both arms close firmly around me, pulling me back flush to his chest.

“Two weeks?” I ask with a laugh, incredulous. “I’m starting the hotel renovations for Theo today.”

“So you’ve got two options,” he says, as if he didn’t hear a single word I just said. “Your team starts without you today, or all of you start in fourteen days.”

Shaking my head because what he’s asking is absurd—and he knows it—I turn in his arms and press a kiss to his chest.

“I’m not even going to explain why that’s impossible,” I murmur between kisses and playful bites. “We both know it.”

Then I rise over him, and he rolls fully onto his back, watching me with a grin that immediately tells me he knows exactly what I’m doing.

Slowly—painfully slowly—I bend down and continue kissing his chest, dragging my tongue around his nipples, then tracing a heated path lower across his abdomen.

Right before I reach his cock, I take advantage of the fact that his arms aren’t holding me anymore. With a quick push, I slip away and sprint toward the bathroom.

But he’s behind me before I even make it halfway across the room.

Laughing, he catches me gently and shoves me into the wall, my chest pressed flat against it.

“Where do you think you’re running?” he asks low into my ear. “You can’t start something and then leave it unfinished.”

Pressing his cock into my ass, he makes his meaning unmistakably clear.