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His words send another jolt of arousal through me, and I cry out again as I feel his cock pulse within me, spilling himself. I am still pulsing around him, milking every last drop from him, as he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

We stay like that for a long moment, our bodies joined, our hearts pounding in tandem. My mind is blissfully blank, my body sated and replete. I feel utterly owned by him in this moment, and I know without a doubt that I belong to him, body and soul.

Gradually, our breathing slows, and reality starts to creep back in. Caleb kisses my shoulder, his arms tightening around me in a protective embrace. I feel undone and relaxed, my body humming with the satisfaction of a job well done. His hard length is still buried inside me, and I can feel his heart thumping steadily against my back.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find the words to describe what has just transpired between us.

"Incredible," Caleb supplies, his voice rough with emotion. "I've never lost control like that before."

I smile, a warm, lazy feeling spreading through me. "Me neither."

He presses a soft kiss to my shoulder, his hands gently stroking my skin. I know in that moment that things between us have changed irrevocably. What started as a fake relationship has just become very real, and despite the complications it will bring, I know I wouldn't change a thing.

CHAPTER NINE

CALEB

The rhythmic sound of Zoe chopping vegetables fills the kitchen, blending with the soft sizzle of the sauce I stir on the stove. The air is warm, carrying the rich scent of garlic and herbs. It’s a simple, ordinary moment, but in the quiet of the kitchen, it feels like something more—like a glimpse of a life we could share.

“Watch your fingers. We don’t need any injuries tonight.”

She laughs, nudging me playfully with her elbow. “Are you implying I’m not capable of chopping an onion?”

"I'm just saying," I grin, glancing at her, "I've seen you handle solar panels with more finesse than a knife."

"That's because I'm a genius with renewable energy tech. Cooking… well, it's a work in progress."

The banter flows easily, and I find myself enjoying it more than I should. I’m not used to this kind of domestic intimacy, and I find myself both curious and unsettled.

“How’s the investor hunt going?” I ask, shifting the conversation to something safer.

She stirs the sauce with more focus than necessary. “Better. We’ve got a few interested parties lined up for next week’s pitch.”

“That’s good to hear.” The words come out more softly than I intend, and she looks up, her green eyes meeting mine.

“It’s all thanks to your help,” she says quietly.

As she concentrates on stirring the sauce again, I feel an unfamiliar warmth spreading through me.This shouldn’t feel so natural, I think. It’s not what I expected when we made our deal, but distinguishing between our arrangement and something more genuine is becoming harder.

“Zoe,” I start, hesitating as she looks at me expectantly.

“Yeah?”

“I... never mind.” I turn back to chopping vegetables, my jaw tightening. Why is this so damn difficult?

She brushes past me to grab some salt from the counter, her presence filling the kitchen with an energy that makes my heart race in ways I can’t explain.

“You know,” she says with a teasing smile, “for someone who runs a tech empire and is considered ruthless in the boardroom, you’re surprisingly bad at expressing yourself.”

I laugh despite myself. “And you’re surprisingly good at stirring pots—both literally and figuratively.”

She rolls her eyes but grins back at me. The tension between us simmers just beneath the surface of our easy conversation. It’s there in every touch and every glance we share.

“You know,” she says more seriously after a moment, “I really do appreciate everything you’ve done for Archer Innovations.”

I nod slowly, trying to find the right words. “It’s nothing compared to what you’re doing—keeping your father’s legacy alive.”

Her expression softens, and for a second, we stand there in silence, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

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