Page 12 of Entangled with the Enemy

She shifts, trailing her fingertips in lazy circles across my chest. "So," she murmurs, her voice thick with contentment. "About this business proposal..."

I glance down to find her gazing up at me, a playful glint in those expressive green eyes. A slow grin spreads across my face as I recall the plan I'd outlined mere hours ago.

"Eager to get to work already?" I tease, my fingers tracing the curve of her spine.

“Always.” She arches an eyebrow. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

"The best," I affirm, pulling her closer. Our bodies slot together perfectly, as if we were made to fit this way.

For a long moment, we simply bask in the afterglow, our fingers intertwined, our breathing in sync. It's peaceful, intimate, a moment of pure connection that fills me with a sense of rightness I've never known before.

"You know," I murmur against the crown of her head, "I can already see it—Bowers Enterprises and Lynch Consultants changing the landscape for small businesses. We'll make a real difference together."

Imogen's eyes soften, her expression one of pure adoration. "I'd like that," she whispers. "But let's not forget to take some time off occasionally, you know? Enjoy life outside of work for a change?"

I nod solemnly, cupping her face in my palm. "Absolutely. Building a life with you, Imogen... that's my top priority now. One where we support each other's dreams and still make time for us."

She leans into my touch, her eyes shining with a vulnerability that steals my breath. "You mean that?"

"With every fiber of my being," I vow, brushing my thumb across the curve of her cheekbone. "You're everything to me."

She grins, leaning up to capture my lips in a slow, languid kiss that leaves me dizzy with want all over again. When we finally part, she rests her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling. Her auburn waves are tousled, her cheeks flushed from our lovemaking, and in this moment, she's never looked more radiant.

“You know,” she murmurs, tracing the outline of my lips with her finger, “this whole power couple thing suits us.”

I raise an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk. “Oh? And what’s next for this dynamic duo?”

Imogen’s eyes sparkle mischievously. “Well, I was thinking we might need a vacation to celebrate our new partnership. Somewhere warm, with no distractions.”

I laugh, a low, rumbling sound that makes her shiver. “Are you suggesting a business trip?”

“Absolutely,” she says, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Strictly business. Except, of course, for the poolside cocktails, the sunsets, and maybe a few... private meetings.”

“Private meetings, huh?” With a low growl, I roll us until I'm pinning her curvy body beneath mine again. "You're playing with fire, Lynch," I rasp against the velvet heat of her lips.

Her throaty chuckle sends a shiver of pure want ricocheting through me. "Burn me, baby."

And just like that, the spark between us reignites into an inferno. We come together in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter, the world narrowing to just her and me—two former adversaries turned soulmates, bound by a passion that defies all logic.

As our bodies move in perfect sync, I can't help but silently thank the matchmaker who saw our potential all those months ago. She may have brought us together, but the undeniable connection, the all-consuming desire, the overwhelming sense of belonging... that's all Imogen and me.

In her arms, I've found my home, my happiness, my perfect match.

Epilogue

Imogen

The gentle waves lap against the pristine white sand, the rhythmic ebb and flow a soothing backdrop to our private slice of paradise. I tilt my face toward the warm tropical sun, letting the rays caress my skin as a contented sigh escapes my lips.

It's been a whirlwind few months since Holden and I made our partnership official—both professionally and personally. We hit the ground running, merging our businesses and navigating the complexities of blending our professional lives. Meetings, contracts, strategic planning sessions... the days blurred together in a flurry of activity.

But through it all, Holden was my rock, my steadfast partner in every sense of the word. He handled the corporate side with his usual confidence and prowess, freeing me to focus on expanding our consulting services. And when the workday ended, he was there to celebrate our triumphs, to unwind and simply be together without the weight of the world on our shoulders.

A soft chuckle from beside me breaks me from my reverie. I turn to find Holden watching me with an amused grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that never fails to make my heart flutter.

"You look entirely too serious for a woman on vacation," he teases, reaching over to brush a stray lock of hair from my face.

I lean into his touch with a contented hum. "Just taking it all in," I murmur. "After the last few months, it's nice to finally relax."

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