Page 34 of Secret Baby for a Damaged Billionaire

“Ghosting you?” He winces, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I kind of was.”

“Kind of?” I shoot back, but there’s no real bite in my words. Instead, I can feel my anger starting to subside, replaced by a growing sense of relief that we’re finally talking this through.

“Okay, fine,” he admits with a rueful smile. “I was definitely ghosting you. I didn’t know how else to handle it.”

I reach out to touch his arm. “We need to trust each other and talk about these things. We can’t let anyone come between us like that again.”

“You’re right,” he says with a nod. “I’ll handle Chloe’s interference to make sure she doesn’t try anything like that again.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around me.

“Okay,” I murmur into his chest. “I’ll have to talk with her as well. The Dom attack was a low blow.”

He squeezes me tighter. “Yeah, that one hit me hard, I won’t lie. It made me question everything, even though I knew deep down that you wouldn’t betray me like that. My composure just went out the window.”

“That sucks that you had to go through that.”

He pulls back slightly and looks into my face. “It’s funny. The Carlo story made my head pop off, but as soon as she mentioned the Dom thing, that was a whole new level of obliteration.”

He reaches for my face, drawing me closer to him in an irresistible magnetic pull. My heart flutters and I see his fingers twitch as if longing to touch my skin. His lips lightly brush my hair, as he inhales sharply, soaking in my scent. He wants me to let my guard down, I can see it in his eyes.

“Truce?” he asks, hovering closely.

My gaze flits between his, torn between a surging desire and a wave of uncertainty. But as he continues to hold me close, I feel my resistance melting away, replaced by an intensity that seems to mirror his own.

“Truce,” I agree.

And he closes the distance between us, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that seems to connect our souls. As his mouth moves on mine, our previous argument fades into oblivion, smothered by the intensity of our emotions. The pain and hurt from our pasts seem forgotten in our desire to be together. Our hands start exploring each other’s bodies, craving the closeness that had felt so threatened.

The rhythm of the workout music envelops us, providing an illusion of privacy that lets us lose ourselves in each other’s arms. The sensation of his lips on mine, the taste of him, is intoxicating. My fingers shake as I fumble with his shirt, my gaze locked with his.

“Lucas,” I whisper, barely audible over the hum of the music, and I move my hands across his chest as he pulls his shirt over his head with one swift motion.

“God, Emily, I want you so bad,” he breathes, his hands trembling as he yanks at the buttons of my blouse, revealing the delicate lace beneath.

As we continue to undress each other, each touch is like a spark igniting between us, building into a fire that feels like it could consume us both. He pushes me against the wall, pressing his body against mine, as I kick my jeans off and my bra falls to the floor.

“Touch me, Lucas,” I plead, my body already aching with need. My breath is ragged as he runs his hands over my breasts, teasing each nipple with his thumbs. I gasp at the sudden pleasure that shoots through me. He lowers his hands, grasping the edges of my panties, and slips them down to my ankles, leaving me fully naked, and all I can think about is his touch.

He looks at me, catching his breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, kissing me again. His hands continue their exploration, moving along my thighs and he presses my legs open with a push of his knee. I shudder as he reaches down and touches my wetness, sliding his fingers inside me while kissing my neck, causing me to moan. It feels incredible as he strokes me with maddening precision until I’m quivering.

In a swift motion, he lowers me onto my back on the mat, and I wrap my legs around him. He pulls off his boxers and I reach down and wrap my fingers around him, rubbing on his hardness and playing with the sensitive tip until he lets out a sharp moan of pleasure.

“Jesus, Emily,” he gasps as he positions himself over me. I release him from my grasp, and he responds by pushing himself into me in one sensuous thrust.

My entire body tenses as I feel him fill me completely, pushing deeper, faster, and harder. He holds my knees, pressing them wider apart as he pounds into me. My breath pants through my lips as I arch my back, begging for more. He licks his fingers and reaches down for my most sensitive spot, tickling and flicking it as he continues to thrust inside me, and I lose my mind.

I cry out his name as waves of ecstasy crash over me, trembling beneath him as he moves inside me more powerfully than ever before. He continues to hold my knees apart and surges forward again and again, pushing into me until he cries out, his release reverberating throughout our bodies.

Gasping for air, he holds himself up over me, looking into my eyes in disbelief. I continue to hold him with my legs, refusing to let go, and he kisses my smiling lips with a gentle laugh.

“Holy shit,” he whispers. “I think I saw God.”

Chapter Sixteen (Lucas)

Sitting in my office, the buzz of energy from the gym floor seeps through the walls—grunts of effort, thuds of bodies hitting mats, and the occasional shout, I think about last night with Emily on the mat in my apartment. It turned out to be the best session I’d ever had in my private ring. A guilty smile spreads across my lips as she sits across from me, her eyes locking on mine. I’m sure she knows what I’m thinking about, but her brows furrow from the current conversation: Carlo’s threats to her and to Walker Enterprises.

“He had balls for approaching me like that,” she says. “But he definitely had no idea he’d picked a target out of his league.”

“Ha,” I grunt. “You know it. He’ll be more cautious in the future after going home with his tail between his legs.” I huff. “He crossed a line, though, approaching you. And I consider it an act of aggression.” My hands ball into fists under my desk.

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