Page 15 of His Son's Ex

He catches me—again.

Our eyes lock.

Heat. Pull. Breathless gravity.

His hand rises. Fingers curl under my jaw.

His thumb strokes my cheek.

“This is insane,” I whisper. “I don’t know you.”

“Strange,” he murmurs, “because I feel like I know everything I need to know.”

It should sound cheesy.

It doesn’t.

Then he kisses me.

Tongues tangle. Fingers grasp.

We kiss like the world won’t turn again unless we do.

Then—clang.

The elevator jerks back to life.

We break apart, panting.

“Guess the ride’s not over yet.”

I flush. “What now?—”

“Up to you.” He nods to the panel. “My suite’s at the top. I was headed there before… detouring.”

My brain screams no.

But my hand?

Already pressing the button.

The doors slide shut.

I catch the twitch of his mouth.Pure devilish satisfaction.

I lean back, breath unsteady.

He watches me. Calm. Amused.

Then I say it.

“You’re…” My voice cracks. “You’re Luca’s father.”

He nods. “Without question.”

My heart pounds. “That’s… complicated.”

“I don’t disagree.”

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