Page 38 of His Sacrifice

When we reached his penthouse, Creed opened the door and led me inside. The space was just as I remembered it – sleek, modern, and distinctly him. He turned to me, his eyes dark with a mix of desire and affection.

“Stay with me tonight,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me. “I’d like that, but I didn’t bring my overnight bag.”

Creed pulled me into his arms, his lips capturing mine in a slow, tender kiss. “That’ll teach you to listen to me next time,” he whispered against my lips.

It was different from the heated passion in the car – this was deeper, more intimate. We made our way to his bedroom, shedding our clothes and inhibitions along the way.

The bed was soft beneath us as we tumbled onto it, our bodies coming together once more. This time, the pace was slower, more deliberate. Creed’s hands moved over me with a reverence that made my heart ache with emotion.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his lips worshiping every inch of my skin. I responded in kind, my hands exploring his body, memorizing every plane and angle. We moved together, our connection deepening with every touch, every kiss, and thrust.

When we finally found release again, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. We held each other close, our bodies entwined, and I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn’t known was possible.

Creed’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my back. “I want this to be real, Jada,” he said softly. “No more pretending. I don’t want to play games and wonder what the other is thinking.”

I looked up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “I know this all started because of Candace but that sure as shit didn’t feel fake to me.”

“I thought maybe you were a really good actor,” I sighed.

“I’m not acting, Jada. Are you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Not even for a second,” I whispered.

He smiled, a look of relief and happiness washing over his face. “Good.”

I settled into Creed’s arms and laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. The warmth of his body against mine was comforting, grounding me.

“What are you going to do about Candace now?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“The plan hasn’t changed, gorgeous. If anything, with the way you and I can’t keep our hands off each other, she’s likely to make her move sooner rather than later.”

“All we did was dance, Creed,” I laughed, the memory of our earlier moments bringing a smile to my face.

“And we also fucked like rabbits in the garage, Jada. If what you think is true, Candace is watching your every move.”

“You don’t think she saw...” I trailed off, embarrassment growing at the thought of Candace or her goons witnessing our intimate moment.

“At the time, we weren’t worried about anything other than us, so her or one of her goons might have watched.” Creed shrugged. “I’m sure they got an eyeful.”

I cringed and wrinkled my nose. “Let’s not do that in the garage again, okay?” Sure, it had been hot as hell and a first time for me, but I wasn’t into being watched.

Creed pressed a kiss to my lips, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “At least not until Candace is out of the picture.”

“Creed,” I laughed. “You’re being insatiable.”

His hands ran over my body and pulled me on top of him, his grip firm and possessive. “Can you blame me?” he growled, his voice low and rough. “I just got you, and there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to give you up anytime soon.”

I looked down at him, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t want you to give me up,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

He captured my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “Good. Because I plan on keeping you right here, with me.”

The looming threat of Candace was still there, but with Creed by my side, I felt like we could face anything.

“So, we just carry on?” I asked, my voice muffled against his chest.

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