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When we finally part, both of us are breathless but grinning.

“Game’s over,” he says, his voice teasing but tender. “Now, what do you say we grab some food? I’m starving.”

I laugh, my fingers lingering on his arm. “Lead the way, Torres.”

Chapter Forty-Five

Wren

Damn,I really need to be better with laundry. After eating all that food, all I want to do is curl up in bed wearing a baggy shirt. . . but this day isn’t over yet.

I stare at myself in the mirror and release a long sigh. My hair curled throughout the day, which also means it’s beyond frizzy. There are bags under my eyes because I’m chronically exhausted, and I forgot to shave. But the clock has run out.

It’s now or never.

I take my shirt and bra off and act without thinking. “Theo?” I call before peeking into his room.

“Yes, mi amor?” He fidgets with something on his dresser, but the moment I enter, covering my bare chest, he stops, and a flush spreads across his cheeks.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow? I forgot to do laundry.”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat, voice a little strained. “Absolutely.”

Turning back to the dresser, he rummages through a drawer and pulls out a black shirt. I slip it on, the soft fabric brushing against my skin.

“Much better.” I inhale, his comforting scent wrapping around me like a warm embrace.

His gaze traces the curve of my body, drifting down to my legs before traveling back up, lingering at the hem of the shirt. His eyes burn with a hunger that quickens my pulse.

He’s not simply looking—he devours, and the intensity sets my skin alight.

I revel in it. Theo has always seen me, but this. . . this makes me feel beautiful.

A boldness rises within me, and I step closer, heart hammering against my ribs. “Do you like what you see?”

His chest rises, each breath heavy and measured. He slides his hand around my waist, pulling me to him with a deliberate slowness that sends shivers down my spine.

His gaze locks on mine, his voice low and thick. “How do you make a simple shirt look so. . . ravishing?”

A soft laugh escapes me, but Theo steals it with a kiss that sears every one of my nerves. He presses his lips against mine, parting them as his tongue slips inside with a commanding grace. The kiss deepens, and a small moan spills from me, fueling the urgency in him.

His lips leave mine just as my breath catches. I open my eyes to find him watching me again, his irises dark as the night sky, flecked with glints of amber like scattered jewels.

Theo grazes his thumb over the curve of my breast before cupping it entirely. Heat pools in my belly as his knuckles brush my sensitive peak. A sharp jolt courses through me when he pinches it, the sensation crackling through my body and settling between my thighs.

“Are you ready?” he murmurs, his voice a seductive whisper.

It’s time.

I hesitate, the weight of our decision thick in the air. My gaze flits around the room. “Where’s the camera?”

“Don’t think about that.” He tilts my chin so our eyes meet again. “Focus on me—on us.”

He slips his hand beneath my shirt, fingertips grazing my upper thigh with a reverent touch. My underwear glides down my legs as he tugs them free. When I glance at his lips, he lifts my chin again with firm yet gentle fingers.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers. “Nothing else.”

His thumb moves in slow circles over my clit, and goose bumps ripple over my skin.

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