Page 17 of The CEO's Obsession

"Home for the next few days," I finish, guiding her inside.

The opulent lobby seems to take Harper's breath away. She turns in a slow circle, taking in the gilded moldings, crystal chandeliers, and priceless artwork. I lead her to a private elevator, keying in the code for the top floor.

As the doors open, I watch Harper's face. The Presidential Suite sprawls before us, a masterpiece of luxury and refinement. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of Paris, the Eiffel Tower twinkling in the distance.

"Oh my god," Harper breathes, stepping into the suite. She moves from room to room, trailing her fingers over antique furniture and silk draperies.

I follow her into the master bedroom, where a king-sized bed draped in the finest linens dominates the space. "There's a second bedroom through that door," I say, gesturing. "I wanted to make sure you had your own space if you needed it."

Harper turns to me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Mason, this is...it's too much. I don't know how to thank you."

I close the distance between us, cupping her face in my hands. "You don't need to thank me, Harper. Seeing your face light up all day...that's all the thanks I need."

We stand there for a long moment, the air between us electric. I want nothing more than to pull her close, to feel her body against mine. But I hold back, not wanting to pressure her.

"It's been a long day," I say softly. "Why don't you get some rest? We can order room service if you're hungry."

Harper bites her lip, glancing at the bed behind me. "Actually," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I was thinking...maybe we could just stay here? Together?"

My heart races at her words. "Are you sure?" I ask, searching her eyes for any hint of hesitation.

She nods, stepping closer. "I'm sure."

I lean in, finally closing the distance between us.

Our lips meet, and the world falls away. Harper's mouth is soft and warm against mine, tentative at first, then growing bolder. I pull her closer, one hand tangling in her hair as the other slides down to the small of her back. She makes a small noise in the back of her throat, and I feel it reverberate through my entire body.

I deepen the kiss, tracing the seam of her lips with my tongue. She opens to me willingly, and I groan at the taste of her.It's intoxicating—sweet like the pain au chocolat from earlier, with an underlying flavor that's uniquely Harper.

We break apart, both breathing heavily. Harper's cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen. She's never looked more beautiful.

I kiss her again, and Harper's hands slide tentatively down my chest, her touch feather-light yet electric. My breath catches as her fingers graze lower, ghosting over my abdomen. She hesitates for a moment before cupping me gently through my pants.

That hesitant touch ignites something primal within me. A growl rumbles in my chest as I thrust instinctively into her palm. "Harper," I groan, my voice rough with need. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this. How many nights I've lain awake, aching for you."

My hips roll forward again, seeking more friction. Harper's eyes widen at my confession, but her hand remains. "Tell me," she whispers.

"Since the moment I first saw you," I admit. "I’ve been beaitng off every night to thoughts of you. I don’t know what you’ve done to me, baby, but I’m fuckingobsessedwith you."

I lean in, my lips brushing her ear as I murmur, "I want to worship every inch of you, Harper. To taste you, to feel you come undone beneath me." My hands roam her body, memorizing every curve. "And knowing I'll be your first...god, it drives me wild. You're mine, all mine."

Harper shivers against me, her breath coming in quick pants. "Mason," she whimpers, pressing closer.

I capture her lips again in a searing kiss, pouring all my pent-up desire into it. My hands find the zipper of her dress, slowly dragging it down. "May I?" I ask, waiting for her nod before easing the fabric from her shoulders.

The dress pools at her feet, leaving Harper in delicate lace underwear. My eyes drink her in hungrily. "Beautiful," I breathe, trailing reverent fingers along her collarbone.

Harper's hands fumble with the buttons of my shirt. I help her, shrugging it off before pulling her flush against me. The feel of her soft skin on mine is electrifying.

I guide her backwards until her legs hit the bed. Laying her down gently, I hover over her, taking in every detail of her flushed face and kiss-swollen lips.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask one final time, searching her eyes.

Harper nods, reaching up to cup my face. "I'm sure," she whispers. "I want you, Mason."

Those words shatter the last of my restraint. With a growl, I claim her lips once more as my hands begin to explore.

My hands roam Harper's body, savoring the silky feel of her skin. I trail kisses down her neck, relishing her soft sighs. As I reach the swell of her breasts, I pause to look up at her. Harper's eyes are heavy-lidded, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

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