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He steps closer, his hands sliding under my beige turtleneck to pull it over my head. His breath catches when he sees the red lace bra I’m wearing. “You wore it,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I nod, unbuttoning my pants and letting them drop to the floor to reveal the matching lace panties. I turn around, showing him the little red bow between my buttocks.

“God, you’re so damn hot,” Johan growls, grabbing my ass and squeezing my buttocks, pressing me into him. The intensity of his touch sends shivers down my spine, and I can feel his arousal through his clothes, which only heightens my own desire.

Johan pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine as he slowly takes off his sweater, revealing his broad chest and defined abs. His skin is warm and smooth, and I can't help but run my hands over his muscles, feeling the strength beneath. I help him remove his pants, our movements becoming more urgent and frantic.

I let out small gasps as he kisses me again, his hands roaming my body, exploring every curve with a mix of tenderness and urgency. The passion and longing between us are undeniable, and I revel in the feeling of being so close to him again.

Once I take off my pants and boots, Johan leads me to the bed, his hands never leaving my body. As we sink into the plush comforter, the weight of the world outside melts away. For this moment, there’s only us, wrapped in each other’s embrace, thewarmth of the fire, and the promise of what’s to come. My heart swells with a mix of relief and joy, knowing that here, in this beautiful suite in St. Moritz, I can finally let go and just be with him.

After making love, we relax in bed under the sheets, our bodies warm and close. The room is filled with the soft glow of the fireplace, casting flickering shadows on the walls. Johan’s arm is draped around me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. The sensation is soothing, and I relish the closeness we’ve missed for so long.

“Aunt Amelia wants to have a last meeting in Dr. Angela’s apartment. Can you make it at five o’clock the day before your departure?” I ask, my voice soft in the quiet room, the crackling of the fire the only other sound.

“I think so,” Johan answers, his voice a low murmur. Silence ensues for a brief moment, until he adds, “Did I tell you that Lukas, my colleague, is going to join us as my assistant?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Ludovic invited him to join his team, apparently.”

“Shouldn't we invite him too for the meeting then? It's important he knows what we are up to,” I suggest, looking up at Johan’s face and watching the firelight dance in his eyes.

Johan ponders for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly. Then he nods. “Yeah, you're right. We can't let him have the wrong ideas about Ludovic. He's a treasure hunter, and Lukas needs to know that.”

We kiss again, slow and deep, the connection between us feeling even stronger. I melt into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

“I’m so lucky to have you here,” Johan whispers against my lips, his breath warm and comforting.

Thoughts of Astrid and their week together flash through my mind, but I refrain from asking about it, respecting his request from before I left for the airport this morning not to mention her during our stay here.

Instead, I focus on him, tracing the lines of his jaw with my fingertips. “It’s going to be so hard to start the new semester without you,” I admit, my voice tinged with longing.

“You'll manage.” A small smile starts tugging at the corner of his lips. “After all, you didn’t come to Cambridge to be with me, right?” he teases, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Who knows,” I reply with a grin, feeling a lightness in my heart.

Just then, Johan’s phone starts to buzz. He picks it up and puts it on speaker. “Man, we are starving. Where are you?” Conrad’s voice fills the room, sounding urgent and hungry.

Johan checks the time and gasps. “On my way. See you at the restaurant in a minute.” He hangs up, leaps off of bed, and starts dressing up quickly.

“Where are you going?” I ask, trying to hide my disappointment, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I promised Conrad and his mates I’d have dinner with them,” he explains, pulling on his sweater and jeans with hurried movements.

“What about me?” I ask, feeling a pang of sadness at the thought of being left alone so soon after reuniting.

“Order something. I promise it’s just today. Tomorrow we can all have dinner together,” he says, his tone trying to be reassuring.

“So, you’re hiding me? Am I your dirty secret?” I ask, half-joking but with a hint of genuine hurt. The warmth and intimacy of moments ago feel like they’re slipping away.

Johan chuckles despite my almost offended tone, trying to lighten the mood. “They came here to back me up. I owe them one dinner. I’ll be right back. I promise.”

He leans down and smooches my lips. Whispering, he adds, “I will make it up to you.”

“I hope so,” I whisper back, as he kisses me one more time before leaving. The door clicks shut behind him, and I’m left in the quiet of the suite, the warmth of the fire my only company.

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