Page 55 of The Founder's Power

My fingers slide along her thighs, warm and bare beneath the hem of the shirt. I feel her breath hitch when I push it up higher, exposing the smooth curve of her hips.

She’s not wearing anything underneath.

My voice drops. “I may not run an empire anymore… but I still know how to take control when it counts.”

Her lips part. “Prove it.”

So I do.

I lift her onto the table, slow and steady, one hand cradling the back of her neck as I kiss her like I’ve been starving for this.

I’m always starving for her—her body, her mouth, her pussy, her lips… her heart. All of her.

I kiss her until she’s clutching my shoulders, until her thighs tighten around me and her soft moan melts against my mouth.

She pulls me closer, and I slide my hand up her thigh, teasing between her legs until she gasps, her body arching into mine like she’s already undone.

God, I love her like this.

Open.

Honest.

Wild.

Not just my partner in business or love but in pleasure too.

“I’m not untouchable anymore,” I whisper into her skin.

“No,” she breathes. “You’re not.”

Her breath catches the second I sink into her. She’s so warm and tight and perfect.

I have to close my eyes for a second, just to keep from losing it right then.

Fuck, I never want to be untouchable again. Not if it means being this close to her.

Sunlight spills across our bodies, her nails raking lightly down my back.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer, her thighs locking around my waist, grounding me in her body like this is where I’ve always belonged.

I thrust slowly and deeply, savoring the way she gasps into my neck, the soft, desperate sounds she makes that only I get to hear. She clings to me.

God, she’s beautiful like this, head thrown back, lips parted, hair a mess, my shirt barely clinging to one shoulder.

Every time I push into her, I feel her whole body tighten, her back arching, her hips meeting mine with a hunger that drives me deeper.

“I love you,” I whisper into the hollow of her throat.

She moans—quiet, raw, honest—and arches into me like those words are an ache she’s been waiting to feel again.

I slow down, not to tease but to worship. I kiss her jaw. Her collarbone. The soft place just beneath her ear that always makes her shiver.

She trembles for me, breath stuttering as my hand slides between us, fingers finding the place that makes her cry out.

She grabs the back of my neck. “Don’t stop… Damian… don’t…”

“Never,” I murmur, pressing my forehead to hers.

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