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I could feel her coming undone under me. When she finally tensed and shuddered, I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I let go, and my orgasm swept over both of us. I bucked against her, allowing myself to be lost in the moment.

When I finally came to my senses, I collapsed on top of her. I pulled my body off hers and rolled her to my side. I wanted her to be next to me, in my arms, where she would be safe.

“Amelia?”

“Mmm hmm,” she murmured, her eyes still closed.

“I want you to stay with me. I didn’t ask you when I took you away from your home. I didn’t give you a choice, but I’m telling you right now that this is what I want.”

“I’ll stay,” she whispered.

I didn’t say anything more, but I pulled her close to me. She fit perfectly into my body, and her soft breath was warm on my chest.

This was something money couldn’t buy.

This was something power couldn’t give.

I kissed Amelia’s head as I took in just how warm I was. I had come a long way from the cold boarding school boy, although I still wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

CHAPTER 29

LUC

“Sir.” Henry’s voice came from my bedroom door. “I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, but your father is here. He is in your office and is quite insistently demanding an audience.”

The room was still dark thanks to my blackout curtains covering the floor-to-ceiling windows. A thin but bright line of light streamed in at the very top, just allowing me to see around my room, and the naked woman still sound asleep on my chest.

“Thank you, Henry,” I said as gently as possible so as not to wake Amelia. “I’ll be out in a moment to deal with him.”

I had been awake for a while now, watching Amelia sleep.

She looked so peaceful it made my chest ache.

Seeing her last night in so much pain, letting me take care of her, then sitting in front of the fire and just talking— it all shifted something inside me. I don’t think I had ever opened up like that to anyone. Not even my therapist.

“Coffee has been made and is waiting for you,” Henry added before gently closing the door.

I hated my father for interrupting the time I had with Amelia.

She was sound asleep in my arms, lying on my chest, her delicate little fingers twirling my chest hair while she dreamt.

The silk sheet she was wrapped in clung to the perfect shape of her round ass, and her breasts were exposed. My mouth watered as I thought about leaning down to pop one of those perfect pink nipples into my mouth and sucking until she woke with a moan of pleasure.

This was the most satisfied and content I’d ever felt.

Usually, on Saturday mornings, I would have already been working in my home office. Instead, I was in bed with a beautiful naked woman making a mental list of all the things I wanted to do with her that day.

Maybe take her back to the Met and tell Henry I was not to be disturbed. Or if Amelia didn’t want to live in my bachelor pad condo, we could start looking at houses, or even scout out venues for the wedding.

Better yet, we could’ve spent the entire day in bed hiding from the world and talking, learning even more about each other, and making love.

That last option was my first choice.

I didn’t think I had ever made love to a woman before.

In fact, I was sure that was a first.

Every woman I had ever been with I’d fucked hard and fast.

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