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I reached for his cock but stopped when he said, “Wait.”
My eyes widened. “What happened?”
He unwrapped a condom. “We’ll need this.”
I had no idea where it had come from. I helped him slip it on.Perfect.I slid him inside me and set the pace. I needed him, and he’d already made my every wish a reality.
Chapter Twelve
Madeleine
The sunshine outside the wall-to-wall windows of the penthouse was not what I normally woke up to. I stretched. I was naked under the sheet. I sat up, wrapping it around me.
My mind raced. Arman wasn’t in the bedroom. All my life, I’d been lectured on how not to be a sinner and how I was horrible at giving satisfaction. With Arman I was… free, but I wasn’t sure I’d given pleasure.
As I stood, I decided to drop the sheet and the pretense that I had to always temper myself even when no one was here. Standing, I saw a shopping bag with my name on it. I stopped on my way to the bathroom and found new jeans, a shirt, and fresh underwear. He had thought of my needs.
I took the bag, cleaned myself, and dressed. My stomach churned as I came out of the bathroom. Hunger wasn’t my normal morning feeling, but then, the previous night had been new too.
I made my way to the shiny white kitchen that was bigger than most apartments in New York and immediately found the one man I adored, who stood fully dressed by his coffee machine, making an expresso with steamed milk. He finished brewing his cup, and I closed the space between us. I’d expected to be filled with regret, but I wasn’t.
“How is it morning already?” I asked.
He handed me the cup he’d made and started making another. I noticed the light smell of cinnamon. I smiled. This had been made for me—he never put spices in his coffee.
He pressed the button for his coffee machine to start with more beans for another fresh cup. “Coffee is made, and my mother took Aurora to her drama club for you.”
I waited till he’d finished adding milk to be frothed. When he turned toward me, I said, “Thank you. I’m happy she’s getting out of her shell, and she’s enjoying being in a play.”
He kissed my cheek and reached for a cup above my head. “Good.”
I was comfortable with him, and I liked being near him even more than I had before. As took his coffee and we headed to his marble tulip table in the breakfast nook by the window, I said, “I was so sure I’d sneak out in the middle of the night.”
He held my chair for me and then took the seat next to me, setting his untouched drink in front of him. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”
My smile grew wider. We both sipped our coffee. “Me too.”
He put his cup down, and I did the same. My pulse grew faster, and I closed my eyes. A minute later, his lips met mine, and steam rushed through me.
When the kiss ended, he brushed my cheek. “You’re delicious.”
His phone rang on the kitchen table, and out of habit from working at the office, I jumped and checked it. The number was from Cleveland, which meant this was about the new game acquisition. I handed it to him. “You too, but this is probably important.”
He took the phone, and his oven beeped. I headed to it and took out the fresh croissants. The buttery baked good wasn’t what I’d expected. My mouth watered. I put them on top of the oven to let them cool and found the plates.
Arman said into his phone, “I can be there by nine.” He looked at me and added, “Make that ten.”
I put my hand on my hip as he hung up. “We’re not usually open on Saturday,” I said, and my stomach twisted. If he wanted another round, I would have to focus entirely on him and not lose control. My hands were tense. “Did you make these yourself?”
He placed them on a plate. “We’re not open officially, but the game I want to include in our platform was created by a couple of high school kids, and their parents work on weekdays, and no, the chef I hire to deliver my meals dropped off a batch. I heated them.”
We returned to the table, and I said, “Ahh. That deal is complicated.” He put a plate in front of me, and I tried one of the croissants. “These are delicious.”
“Agreed,” he said. I gathered the plates. As I put them in the sink, he held my sides. “Come into the office with me for a few hours.”
My heart beat faster. The night before, I’d lost the ability to think, but outside, on the street, holding his hand would be easy. I took a deep breath. Hopefully, I would figure out how to focus on him, too, or in the end, he’d be tired of me, just like Bob had been.
My hands trembled. “Why?”
