Page 73 of His By Contract

The threat hung in the air, clear as crystal. Sarah’s spine straightened, and the young man with the glasses swallowed hard. The team’s collective exhale was almost audible as they processed Adrian’s words.

They scattered to their tasks with renewed purpose. Laptops clicked, phones buzzed, and the energy in the room transformed from nervous anticipation to focused determination. Their bodies flowed in sync with one another, each person gliding through the space with the fluid grace of dancers following well-rehearsed steps.

Adrian turned to Georgia, his attention laser focused. His eyes held no warmth, but something stronger: certainty. Without words, his gaze promised protection, promised that anyone who threatened Theo would face consequences.

Georgia’s chest tightened. Relief warred with fear as she watched the team craft their response. The thought of cameras following Theo, of reporters twisting their story, made her hands tremble. Would they ever find peace? Would Theo ever have a normal childhood?

The quiet intensity of work filled the room: keyboards tapping, papers shuffling, voices murmuring strategy. Adrian’s hand found hers under the table, his grip firm and steady. The warmth of his skin against hers cut through her spiral ofworry, grounding her in the present moment. She wasn’t alone anymore, running and hiding. Whatever came next, they would face it together.

Georgia traced her fingers along the wall as she walked through the darkened hallway of her mother’s house. The PR meeting’s tension clung to her like a second skin, each photo they’d shown burning behind her eyes. Somewhere upstairs, Theo slept peacefully, unaware of the storm brewing around him. Her feet carried her back and forth, unable to find stillness, her mind replaying every calculated word from the meeting.

The wooden floors creaked beneath her restless pacing. The house felt different at night, both familiar and strange, like everything else in her life lately. A cool draft whispered through the hall, raising goosebumps on her arms.

A rush of heat flooded her chest as his presence closed in, so familiar it made her bones ache. Before she could turn, his hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against the solid wall of his chest. Her pulse jumped, body tensing with the instinct to pull away, to maintain the careful distance she’d cultivated for three years. But his hold was absolute, fingers pressing into her skin through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

The heat of his body seeped into her back, his breath stirring the hair near her ear. Georgia’s fingers twitched at her sides, caught between the urge to resist and the magnetic pull of his touch.

“No more running,” Adrian’s voice rumbled against her neck, each word landed with the weight of a vow, unshakable and meant to bind. “You and Theo are mine. That’s not negotiable.”

Adrian’s words settled deep in her bones. The certainty in his tone sent a shiver down her spine—not from fear, but from the raw possession that radiated from him. Her fingers curled, fighting the urge to surrender to the security his words promised.

“Adrian, I—” The protest died on her lips as his grip tightened, fingers pressing into her hips.

His breath ghosted across her neck, the heat of him seeping through her thin clothes. She wanted to hold onto her carefully constructed walls, to remember why she’d run in the first place. His heat flooded through her body, cracking her resolve like ice in spring thaw.

His lips brushed against her neck, marking a path of fire across her skin. Georgia’s hands flew to his forearms, her fingers wrapping around solid muscle. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer, caught between years of protective instinct and the raw need his touch ignited.

Adrian’s hand slid up to cup her face, turning her head toward him. His eyes locked onto hers, filled with an intensity that stole her breath. Before she could speak, his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss that burned through every doubt, every fear. Her resistance crumbled as his tongue swept past her lips, demanding and possessive.

His arm wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly against him. Georgia’s pulse raced as she melted into his embrace, letting the familiar heat of his body anchor her. The chaos of their situation, the media storm, the uncertainty, all faded away beneath the solid reality of Adrian’s touch.

The hallway disappeared around them, the world shrinking until nothing existed beyond the points where their bodies connected. His heartbeat thundered against her back, a steady rhythm that promised protection, stability, home.

Her lungs tightened as Adrian’s hand slid from her waist to her lower back, his touch burning through the thin fabric of her pajamas. He guided her through the darkened hallway, his grip firm and possessive. Her heart thundered against her ribs, each step heightening the electric tension between them.

The house lay silent around them as they moved through the shadows. Adrian’s solid warmth pressed against her back, commanding and absolute. His fingers dug into the small of her back, marking her as his own. The wooden floors whispered beneath their feet as he led her toward the spare room where he’d been staying.

The door swung open under his touch. Before Georgia could process the moment, Adrian pulled her inside. The soft click of the latch echoed in the quiet room, sealing them in their own world of charged anticipation.

Her back hit the door as Adrian pressed forward, his hands finding her hips. His mouth crashed down on hers, fierce and demanding. The kiss stole her breath, his tongue sweeping past her lips to claim every inch of her. Heat bloomed wherever their bodies touched, burning away her hesitation.

Georgia’s fingers dug into his shoulders, caught in the war between pushing him away and drawing him closer. Adrian made the choice for her, his hands sliding up to grip her waist. He pinned her against the door, holding her exactly where he wanted her, leaving no room for escape or resistance.

When he finally broke the kiss, his eyes locked onto hers with devastating intensity. His gaze searched her face, reading every micro-expression, every flutter of her pulse. Georgia met his stare, unable to look away from the raw possession in his eyes.

In one fluid motion, Adrian lifted her into his arms. Her weight seemed nothing to him as he carried her to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her as he lowered her onto its surface. His body followed, pressing her into the soft bedding, surrounding her with his heat and strength.

Georgia’s breath hitched as Adrian’s hands roamed slowly over her body, his touch deliberate and possessive. He traced the curves of her frame, his fingertips pressing into her skin, claiming her with a slow burn. The weight of his stare pinned her down as surely as his body did, familiar yet charged with fresh hunger, his nearness flooding her senses until she could barely breathe.

She arched her back, offering herself to him as his grip tightened on her ribs, holding her in place. His mouth on her neck seared a path across her skin, leaving a trail of heat that made her tingle. His fluid grace masked the wild hunger she felt rippling under his careful restraint.

His hands dominated yet restrained, the rough pads of his fingers exploring her with a mix of gentleness and ownership. Georgia’s pulse thundered in her ears as his mouth found her collarbone, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. The slight scrape sent a bolt of electricity straight to her core, making her keen with need.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath hot against her throat. “Always remember that you’re mine, Georgia.” His voice, thickand possessive, vibrated through her, making her shiver despite herself.

Adrian noticed her reaction, his eyes darkening as he registered her surrender. He pulled back, his hands impatient as they stripped away her shirt and pants, baring her to his hungry gaze. His mouth followed, leaving a scorching path down her body, branding her as his. Georgia struggled to maintain control as his lips enclosed a nipple, her breath catching at the sensation.

“I won’t let you run from me again,” he vowed, his breath fanning her lips. “You’re mine to take, and I won’t give you space to doubt that.” His hands went to his pants, quickly ridding himself of the barrier, his actions efficient and practiced.

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