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“Adrien...”

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Let’s not worry about all of this tonight.”

Tiffany nods, but the tension in her shoulders doesn’t fully ease. She rests her head against my chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. “I just wish it were simpler.”

“It never is.” I stand up, lifting Tiffany into my arms. She lets out a surprised squeak, wrapping her arms around my neck. “But I can distract you tonight.” I carry her through the penthouse, the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her laughter is light, a sound I’ve grown to crave, and it eases some of the weight pressing on my chest.

I lay her on the bed, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her sprawled out before me. Her hair fans out on the pillow, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You’re staring.”

I smile, crawling onto the bed to hover over her. “Can you blame me? You’re breathtaking.”

I capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all of my emotions into it. Tiffany responds, her hands roaming over my back.

We take our time undressing each other, savoring every touch, every kiss. When we’re finally skin-to-skin, I can’t help but marvel at how perfectly we fit together.

I worship every inch of Tiffany’s body with my hands and mouth, relishing in her soft sighs and breathy moans. My lips trail down her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud as my hand kneads her other breast.

Tiffany arches into my touch. “Adrien, please...”

I smile against her skin, loving the way she responds to me. “Please, what, angel? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” she breathes. “All of you. Now.”

I groan at her words, my desire reaching a fever pitch. I position myself, the tip of my cock brushing against her wet folds.

Slowly, I push into her, both of us moaning at the sensation. She’s tight and wet and perfect, and it takes all of my self-control not to lose myself immediately.

I start to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Tiffany meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer.

“God, you are amazing,” I groan, burying my face in her neck. The scent of her skin, the softness of her body beneath me—it’s intoxicating.

Tiffany moans, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me in deeper. “Harder,” she gasps. “Please, Adrien.”

I oblige, increasing my pace and the force of my thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of our lovemaking—skin against skin, breathless moans, and whispered words of passion.

Tiffany is getting closer, her inner walls fluttering around me. I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her sensitive clit and rubbing tight circles.

“Come for me, angel. Let go. I’ve got you.”

With a cry of ecstasy, Tiffany comes undone beneath me. The sight and feel of her orgasm push me over the edge, and I follow her into blissful oblivion, spilling myself deep inside her.

We lay tangled together afterward, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction. I press gentle kisses to Tiffany’s face—her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose.

I couldn’t live without her, I think, running my fingers lightly over Tiffany’s soft skin. This connection, this intimacy—it runs deeper than mere desire. It’s something I never knew I needed, but now that I have it, I can’t imagine my life without her.

I’m Tiffany’s, every inch of me.

Chapter 17

Adrien

Ilie awake, watching Tiffany’s chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath.

The morning sun casts a warm glow across the room, but my thoughts are anything but serene. My mind keeps circling back to Rafael Donovan and the mess Dean left behind.

I grab from my phone the nightstand, and text Diane.

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