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And then I see her.

She’s focused, staring at her monitor, delicate fingers flying over the keyboard as she types in her final command. The glow from the screen highlights the slope of her nose, the fullness of her lips, the soft shadows beneath her lashes.

She’s stunning in every damn way.

Then she looks up.

And smiles.

Like the sun breaking through storm clouds.

Like a goddamn miracle.

That single expression? It wipes away every frustration, every scrap of tension that’s been gripping me all day.

It’s like she sees me—really sees me.And she likes what she sees.

Imagine that? This sweet innocent looks at me like I hang the moon. And I like it. A lot.

“Hi,” she says, her voice sweet, soft—but it sends a shockwave through me.

I don't respond.

I can’t respond.

Instead, I do what my body demands.

I move.

Crossing the room in two steps, I cup her face, fingers sinking into the silk of her hair, and pull her up from her chair, bringing her mouth to mine.

She gasps, a soft, surprised sound that makes me groan into the kiss. I drink her in. Her taste. Her warmth.

My chest rumbles, settling in a way I didn’t even realize it needed to.

I was starving for this.

For her.

When I finally lift my head, she’s breathless, her lips parted, her eyes heavy-lidded. She sways slightly, like I’ve stolen all the air from her lungs.

I brush my thumb along her cheek, branding her with my touch.

“Ready, Pixie?”

She nods, pressing her lips together like she’s savoring the taste I left behind.

And fuck—I am desperately hard for her.

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter 30-Aella

The last few days have been good. Great, really.

Being married to Sammy is everything I never dared to dream of.

He’s attentive, protective, and so ridiculously thoughtful that I don’t know what to do with myself half the time.

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