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My hips moved, driving into her with hard, deep thrusts that made her cry out, her nails digging into my back as she clung to me. The sound of our bodies colliding, the way her moans filled the room.

“Luke,” she gasped, her voice breaking on a moan.

“Say it again,” I demanded, my thrusts quickening, harder now, pushing her closer to the edge.

“Luke,” she cried, her body arching beneath me, her head tipping back as she gave herself over to the pleasure.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in another kiss as I drove into her, my hand tangling in her hair, holding her close. Her nails scraped down my back, her moans vibrating against my mouth as she tightened around me, her body trembling with the force of her release.

“Fuck, Avery,” I groaned, my pace faltering as she shattered around me, dragging me over the edge with her.

I buried myself deep, my body shuddering as pleasure ripped through me, leaving me breathless and utterly spent.

For a moment, neither of us moved. When I finally pulled back, her eyes met mine, and what I saw there stole the words from my mouth.

It wasn’t just desire. It was trust.

And it made me realize one thing for certain: I wasn’t just claiming her tonight.

She’d already claimed me.

Chapter 19: Luke

The quiet hung between us. I didn’t move, afraid to break whatever spell had wrapped itself around us in those moments. She wasn’t pushing me away, she wasn’t shutting down, and she wasn’t retreating behind the walls she so carefully kept in place.

Instead, she stayed exactly where she was. With her arms loose around my neck, her legs still hooked over my hips, her forehead resting against mine.

“Luke,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?” I murmured, my lips grazing her temple.

She hesitated, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she took a deep breath. “What happens now?”

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my hand moving to cup her cheek. “We stop pretending,” I said simply.

Her brows furrowed, her lips parting slightly as she searched my face. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m done with the games,” I said. “I’m done with the fake dates and the contracts and the deadlines. I’m done pretending this isn’t real for me.”

She smiled and I knew she felt the same way.

“I’m yours, Avery,” I said, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “Completely. And I don’t care about the deal or the promotion or anything else. All I care about is you.”

“I don’t know how to do this,” she said. “I always mess up anything that is good.”

“I won’t let you. This is new for me too, so we’ll figure it out,” I said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Together.”

She nodded slowly. “I want this,” she said. “I want you.”

I lifted her from the table, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and carried her toward the stairs. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my shoulders, her lips brushing against my neck as I climbed, the warmth of her sending a shiver through me.

When we reached the bedroom, I laid her down on the bed, my body covering hers as I braced myself on my forearms. Her hands slid into my hair, her eyes searching mine, and I saw everything I’d ever wanted reflected back at me.

This was just the beginning for us.

Chapter 20: Avery

Six months ago, my life was in shambles. I was barely holding my career together, the media had turned on me, and I was convinced I’d never claw my way back to the top.

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