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I thrust faster, my fingers working her clit in tandem, and she’s tightening around me, her whole body shaking. She’s close, so close.
Just when I think she’s about to come, I pull out, flipping her over onto her back again, not giving her a second to catch her breath. Her eyes widen as I grasp her legs and throw them over my shoulders, bending her almost in half.
She cries out, breathless, as I plunge back inside her, deeper than before. Her hands fly to my chest, her nails digging in as I set a ruthless pace, her body bouncing with every thrust.
She’s lost in it now, her head thrown back, lips parted in a silent scream as her body tightens around me.
Her body arches, and she falls apart in my arms, her orgasm ripping through her with such force that she’s lefttrembling. I don’t stop. I keep thrusting, milking every wave of pleasure from her until she’s limp, her chest heaving with each breath.
I push deeper, her body quivering with aftershocks.
“Liam,” she breathes as I thrust one last time, her body clenching around me. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge.
I growl her name, my release crashing over me as I spill into her, my arms tightening around her as I bury myself as deep as I can, feeling her shudder against me.
I collapse against her, our bodies slick with sweat, her chest rising and falling beneath me. For a moment, we just lie there, tangled together, our hearts pounding in sync. Her fingers trail through my hair, and I press a soft kiss to the curve of her neck, my breath still heavy.
“You’re mine,” I murmur against her skin, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
She lets out a soft, breathless laugh, her voice teasing but filled with something deeper. “I think it’s pretty clear that goes both ways, Mr. Valeur.”
I smile against her skin, pulling her closer as we lie in the quiet, the aftermath of our passion lingering in the air. There’s no need for words now, not when everything I need to know is in the way she holds on to me.
Minutes pass, maybe hours, and I roll onto my back, pulling her with me. She rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin.
“You know,” she says after a long silence, her voice soft, “I never expected this... Us.”
I hum in response, my hand stroking her back. “Neither did I.”
She lifts her head to meet my gaze, her eyes still dazed but clearer now. “I’m glad. Even if you drive me crazy sometimes.”
I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s mutual, trust me.”
She rolls her eyes, but the smile that tugs at her lips is soft and genuine. She nestles closer, and I tighten my arms around her, my heart settling into a steady rhythm. This—her in my arms, the quiet that follows the storm—it feels right. It feels like home.
“Please tell her about the stalker,” Ryan wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes, his voice echoing off the hand-painted walls of Le Cirque’s private dining room. “Oh God, tell her about the stalker.”
I take a measured sip of whiskey, watching Aleria’s smile, how she’s captivated and somehow at ease here with us. Under the golden light of the chandeliers, she looks radiant, her eyes glinting with curiosity.
“We are absolutelynottelling that story.”
“Oh, we absolutely are,” Diego says with a grin, leaning in as if it’s a top-secret confession. He turns to Aleria, his eyes twinkling. “So, this woman shows up at his office?—”
“Wearing a wedding dress,” Alex cuts in, almost knocking over his glass in his excitement.
“She’d never even met me,” I mutter, signaling our ever-discrete waiter for another round.
“That’s what made it so good!” Ryan slaps thetable. “She’d seen him in Forbes and decided they were meant to be.”
“She run through security,” I say dryly. “Very romantic.”
“Security had to carry her out,” Diego adds. “While she was screaming, ‘But we’re meant to be! I named our children already!’”
Aleria’s practically crying with laughter. “What were the kids’ names?”
“Liam Junior, Liamette, and Bob,” Alex adds.
“Bob?” Aleria turns to me.
