Page 69 of Seduced By Contract

She doesn't respond for a few minutes.

Despite the argument, which I'm sure Larry can hear, he drives to my apartment, parks, and waits by the garage entrance.

"Because I want to be with you," she finally answers, stepping into the garage without waiting for me to open her door.

In the elevator, we stare at each other like enemies, neither of us willing to back down.

"You want to be with me on your terms, right?" I ask.

"What does that mean?"

"We're talking about the damn contract, Madison. You want to be with me as long as you have a guarantee, even though I've never given you a reason to doubt me." I open the apartment door and head to the bedroom, trying to cool off.

There was an incident while she was dancing today. A senator, completely drunk, tried to get on stage. He was stopped in time, of course, but having to watch that without being able to intervene made me realize I can't continue living like this.

"I don't even know why we're fighting," she says from behind me.

"Did you forget what happened today?"

"He was drunk."

"I don't care whether he was drunk! He tried to touch you! What if I'm away and Larry's late to pick you up? What if one of those bastards is waiting for you when you leave?"

"Are you fighting with me out of jealousy?"

"No. I don't feel jealous." I undress and step into the shower, but she doesn't seem to get the hint that I want to be alone.

Through the glass of the shower enclosure, I watch her undress, and even though I'm angry, my body responds instantly.

"Are you jealous, Kostanidis?" she repeats, standing in front of me, but she doesn't step into the water just yet.

"Do you want to keep dancing at the club?"

"No, but I don't want to be supported either." She shakes her head and smiles. "It's not the kind of conversation we should have naked."

"We're not just talking; we're deciding the future."

She kneels in front of me. "Let's argue later. I need you."

"No. I don't want your mouth; I want that pussy swallowing me. Don't look away from me while I fuck you."

I lift her up and tease her sex with the head of my cock. She moans and starts to descend onto me.

I have no sense of how long we devour each other, but gradually anger gives way to the need for connection. Even after we orgasm, I don't let her go.

I turn off the water, but I keep holding her in my arms.

"I'm scared," she says for the first time, letting her guard down.

"Of me?"

"Of us. Of what you make me feel. I've fallen in love with you, Zeus."

Zeus

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

She wanted to cook.

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