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I’m never fucking letting her go.
I brush my thumb over her mouth. Her lips are swollen, red, maybe I was too harsh.
“Too rough on your mouth?” I ask, voice low.
She chuckles. A ragged, breathless sound that makes my chest tighten.
“I loved it,” she whispers.
I exhale slowly, resting my forehead against hers.
“Good.”
I slide my hand from her face through her hair, easing off her body slightly.
“You’re everything I never thought I deserved,” I murmur. “And now that you’re mine…”
I press a final thrust into her, making her gasp one last time.
“I’m never letting go.”
Step three: Complete.
Chapter twenty-five
Olivia
By the time we pull into the garage at Beaumont Enterprise, my body feels like it’s been through a war.A very good war.
Every muscle aches, sore in places I didn’t even know I could be sore, but it’s the kind of ache that makes me smile to myself. Like I’m carrying the proof of him inside me, everywhere.
Every step reminds me of him. Every ache sings the same name.Warren. Warren. Warren.
It’s embarrassing how much I like it.
The elevator dings, and he’s standing beside me, suited and smug. He didn’t even touch me this morning, just kissed my forehead and poured my coffee like it hadn’t taken me twenty minutes to walk straight. Like he didn’t fuck me so thoroughly over the weekend I’m probably glowing through the tinted glass.
The lobby doors part, and we walk onto his floor like it’s just for us.
He reaches for the small of my back as we walk toward the executive wing. My heels click. His hand is warm.
He’s in a good mood. Whistling, even. The sound rattles in my chest, softening me, making me forget how nervous I was to agree to move in.
It’s all normal.
Until it’s not.
Because no matter how many nights I spend in his penthouse, no matter how many times he calls me his… I’m still keeping my apartment.
Just in case.
Because Warren Beaumont makes my heart race.
But I’ve lived long enough to know that doesn’t mean he won’t break it.
We stop outside his office. He kisses me, just a brush of lips and the whisper of a smile.
Then his palm swats my ass.
