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“Now.”
Lucas shattered. The sound that ripped from his throat was raw, broken, echoing through the glass walls. Maddison followed, clenching around him with a gasp, nails digging into his chest as her own climax crashed through her.
Lucas lay wrecked, chest heaving, hair damp, pupils blown wide. Maddison curled beside him, fingers tracing his chest, lips brushing his temple with surprising tenderness.
“You okay?” she murmured.
He nodded faintly. “It was… I wanted that. I wanted you.”
She smiled, kissed him gently. “Good. Because I’ve wanted you like that since the moment I saw you.”
He pressed his face into her neck, clinging like he couldn’t let go.
“You’re dangerous,” he whispered.
“I know,” she said simply, stroking his hair.
“Don’t leave.” It came out rough, almost broken.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He closed his eyes, letting himself believe her.
***
Lucas drifted in her arms, his breathing evening out as sleep claimed him. Maddison stayed awake, stroking his hair, her smirk faint in the dark. Lucas Creams. CEO. Ghost. Untouchable.
Now undone beneath her.
He thought she was dangerous. He wasn’t wrong. But what he didn’t see was that he couldn’t yet admit that they were inevitable.
She’d loved him long before she knew his name. Long before she’d touched him.
And now? He was hers. Entirely.
The world could have its cold, silent Lucas Creams.
She had the man who begged.
“Mine,” she whispered into the dark, smiling. And she meant it.
Chapter 17
Kitchen Confessions
Lucas blinked awake, his mind foggy, his body heavy, his chest full.
He wasn’t alone.
His arm was slung across Maddison’s waist, his face pressed into the curve of her back, his leg tangled with hers like some kind of instinctive cage.
Like she was his anchor.
Her breathing was slow, steady. Still asleep
He didn’t move. Didn’t dare. He didn’t want to break the spell.
I should be panicking, he thought. I should be pushing her away. I always do.
