CHAPTER TEN
POV: Roman
She’s still asleep when I wake.
Her face is down and her dark, blonde waves are messy over the pillow. She has one leg kicked out of the sheets like she owns the bed now. My bed.
The penthouse is too big. It’s bigger than it needs to be, bigger than I wanted when I built it.
The bed sits alone on the top floor, inside a glass cube high above the city. It doesn’t need walls. It’s a monument. The kind of room that swallows sound. Yet right now, the only thing in it I care about is her.
She doesn’t know I’ve been watching her for ten minutes. Not on a camera this time or through a screen. But in person, and close enough to reach out and touch.
It started with surveillance.
Now she’s here in my world and my hands.
She’s in my fucking bloodstream.
Her body’s covered in marks I gave her—neck, hips, thighs. She touches them when she thinks I’m not looking, like reminders and proof.
Harper’s red thong is on the floor.
I pick it up and bring it to my nose without thinking.
I don’t know what kind of backward desire makes the scent of pussy more addictive than any drug I’ve touched, but hers hits different. It hits low and hard. I breathe it in again, slow, right before I turn back to her.
She shifts a little and a sleepy moan leaves her mouth.
I lean down and kiss her shoulder. Then her spine.
She stirs.
I give her another kiss, lower this time.
Her hips lift instinctively.
I move between her legs and drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh. She hums through a smile, not quite awake, but aware.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
She stretches under me. Her hand reaches back and finds my arm.
“Again?”
“Yes.”
I slowly and carefully guide myself into her. She’s soft from sleep and still wet enough that I don’t have to push.
She lets out a quiet sound. Not a moan—something softer. Something grateful.
I thrust slowly, steadily and deep just like she likes it. Her body opens for me like it knows I’m the only one who’s ever been inside.
I lean in and give her a full-mouthed kiss. She moans as soon as my tongue pushes in to take hers. I tug her lip between my teeth, let it stretch until she gasps, then kiss her again before she can think.
She bucks under me like she’s starving, as though I haven’t fucked her uncountable times over the late hours.
I love how her body and soul evidently yearn for me.
“No more lessons,” I whisper near her ear.
She breathes harder and holds onto the pillow with both hands.
“You’ve learned everything I wanted.”
She turns her head to look at me. “You know I want more anyway.”
She moves her hips under me, urging me to keep going. Her body clenches with every stroke.
I push deeper, reveling in how I make her breath catch.
“You’re going to take it slow,” I say. “All of it.”
She nods, and her fingers curl tighter into the pillowcase.
I reach for her hand and pull it back to me, pressing her palm flat to my chest.
“Feel that?” I ask.
She nods again.
“That’s what you do to me. Every time.”
She twists beneath me, reaching up until her lips catch mine.
It’s not delicate nor is it shy.
Her mouth is hungry, open. Her kiss lands with need, and when I push back in, she whimpers into my mouth.
I swallow the sound. I keep kissing her while I move inside her, slow and brutal in how much I hold back.
I break the kiss just long enough to look her in the eye.
“I don’t look at you and see an intern anymore, Harper.”
Her throat moves, but she doesn’t speak.
I lean in closer, voice low and steady.
“I see the only thing I’ve ever let past my armor.”
Her trembling hands slide up my neck, and her thighs wrap around me tighter.
“You want to come?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says, breathless.
I press one hand between her legs and rub her exactly where she needs it—firm, controlled, like I know her rhythm better than she does.
Her body seizes.
She chokes out a sob as her orgasm hits. She comes hard, her nails digging into my back, her heels locking behind me.
I don’t stop. I fuck her through the waves until I feel myself start to break.
I grab the headboard with one hand and thrust harder. My release comes sharp, deep, everything I’ve been holding in since the day I watched her on that camera for the first time.
I collapse on top of her, just enough to feel the sweat between us.
We don’t speak.
We don’t have to wonder what this is anymore.
We both know.
THE END
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