Page 51 of Steel Beauty

Caesar glances over at the clock on the nightstand. “Five in the morning,” he says, rubbing a hand down his face. “Too early for breakfast?”

I smile lazily, still enjoying the warmth of the bed. “I’m not an early eater.”

“I’m an all-the-time eater.”

I can see why. He’s easily double my size—broad, powerful, every inch of him solid muscle. I can’t even begin to imagine how many calories it takes to maintain a body like his.

“I’ll take some coffee.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I’ll order extra food. You can have whatever you want.”

Before I can protest, he reaches for the phone on the nightstand and dials room service. I listen, amused, as he rattles off the order—it sounds like enough food for four people, maybe six. Eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, fruit, pancakes, and everything else under the sun.

When he hangs up, a chuckle rumbles from his chest. “It takes a lot to keep me going.”

“Yeah, I see that.”

“You’ll need to get the door when breakfast arrives. I can’t be seen by the staff.”

I hadn’t even thought about that. Of course, he’d need to avoid being seen by his employees.

“You know they’re going to realize I’m not eating all that food by myself.”

“They’ll assume you’ve got a man up here. It just can’t be me they see.”

I’m not the least bit offended. It makes sense. Just as I’m asking the same of him when it comes to my coworkers. “I absolutely get it.”

He gives an understanding nod, and for a moment, we lie there, the easy quiet settling between us. Then I stretch, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed but knowing I must. “I should get up and put something on before breakfast arrives.”

“Turn on more of your weird music first to get the day started.”

I narrow my eyes, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. “Youlikemy music.” I scroll through my playlists, setting it to shuffle on my favorite one.

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, I don’t. I’m just amazed that you actually like it.”

The familiar beat of a retro track fills the room, and I laugh, knowing full well he doesn’t mind it as much as he pretends.

I slip out of bed and make my way to the bathroom, feeling the cool marble under my bare feet. The moment I close the door behind me, I stretch slowly—and wince. Yeah, I’m definitely going to feel this all day.

Every ache is a souvenir from an unforgettable night, reminding me that he fucked me good and fucked me long. I earned every ounce of this soreness.

I turn on the faucet, splashing cool water on my face to wake up, then glance around the space. The bathroom is all sleek lines, soft lighting, and luxury at every turn. A door catches my eye, and when I open it, I find a plush robe and matching slippers waiting inside.

The robe’s fabric is as soft as a pillowy cloud, wrapping me in its luxurious warmth the moment I slip it on. The slippers are indulgent as well, cradling my feet with every step.

Adjusting the belt of the robe, I catch my reflection in the mirror. The perks of staying in a penthouse are definitely something I could get used to.

Stepping out of the bathroom, my eyes are immediately drawn to him. He’s sprawled on the bed, lying on his back with his arms propped behind his head, his strong biceps on full display. And then there’s the unmistakable evidence of his arousal—unrelenting and impossible to ignore.

“Apologies,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Thoughts of last night crossed my mind while you were in the bathroom, and… well, this happened.” The playful curve of his lips leaves no doubt he’s savoring every second of the memory.

A soft laugh escapes me as I step closer to the bed, stopping beside him. “Come here,” I say, a smile playing on my lips.

He stretches his legs out, easing himself to the edge of the mattress until his feet rest on the floor. I approach him and straddle his lap, my arms encircling his neck as I settle onto him. My knees press against the sides of his hips, and our bodies meld together in a warm embrace.

From the speakers above, one of my favorite songs plays––“Look What You’ve Done to Me” by Boz Scaggs. The slow tempo is exactly what I need for what I have in mind, making it the perfect soundtrack for my plans.

My sore thighs quiver as I gradually lower myself onto him. As he slides deeper, I gasp and grip his shoulders, feeling every inch of him stretching me in the most exquisite way. I savor the sensation of being completely filled by his length, an intense feeling of both pleasure and pressure. My body trembles as I take him in fully, all the way to the hilt.

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