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“I want you to fuck me, Henry.” I let out a frustrated growl.

His smile is a little too smug, but I don’t have the chance to call him on it. He grips my hips and thrusts in, hard, deep. It pushes the breath from my lungs and makes my pussy quiver.

“Yes… more, Henry.”

“I love it when you say my name.” His breath is harsh as he moves, in and out, in and out.

My fingers grip the sheets as my body arches, and a white-hot blast rockets through me. My orgasm radiates out until every nerve in my body is firing.

“Fuck… Lana, yes. God damn it, yes…” He loses himself as his own orgasm overtakes him. We move crazily and yet in sync, until my entire body feels like it’s one gelatinous heap.

For a moment, we’re quiet except for our harsh breaths. Finally, he leans over me, uncuffing me. He pulls my hands to his lips, kissing my wrists. If I weren’t already half in love with him, that sweet gesture would have me tipping over the edge.

He lies next to me, pulling me to him.

A little tinge of guilt sits at the pit of my stomach. I don’t know that I’ve been overly hard on Henry, but I’m not blameless in the challenges we’ve had.

"Henry.” I rise up on my elbow, gently brushing my fingers over his chest.

“Yes.”

“I know that I’m complicit in some of this drama. I thought getting close to you would lead to finding answers about Lazaro.” I pause, watching his face carefully. To my surprise, he doesn't look angry or hurt.

“I guess we both started out using each other.”

I nod. “But that’s not why I’m naked in your bed. I’d never sleep with you for information.” How dumb was that since I was seducing him earlier? But that was teasing. I hope he knows that. “Flirt with you. Tease you, yes. But not fuck.”

He lifts my hand from his chest and kisses the inside of my wrist again. “I’m very happy to know that. It’s the same for me. I’ve never slept with a witness before.”

I smirk. “How about a suspect?”

“Not that either.” He pauses, squeezing my hand. "My perspective shifted. I see the complexities of your world, the gray areas I'd never considered before. And somewhere along the way, my feelings evolved. It was clear to me very quickly that you are different. And I’m helpless.”

There are those words again. Words that make me want to forget how impossible all this is.

"I know our worlds are completely different. I know there are a million reasons this can’t work. But I can't deny how I feel anymore."

I feel a wave of emotion wash over me as Henry finishes his confession. His words resonate deeply, mirroring my own feelings.

"I guess we're quite the pair, aren't we?" I lean in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Then I give him a mischievous smile. "I’d like to enjoy this for a bit longer, so I won’t mention this to Elio.”

He arches a brow. “You said you’d told him.”

“I told him I talked with you. I never mentioned the getting naked part and how you use that long cock of yours to make me scream.”

Henry looks a bit pale, which makes me laugh.

“It’s like you said before. Like this, it’s just Lana and Henry, nothing else. No one else.” I settle back into his arms, feeling a sense of peace.

I stir awake,momentarily disoriented by unfamiliar surroundings. As my eyes adjust to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, I realize I'm in Henry's bed. Alone. A pang of doubt hits me as I sit up, clutching the sheet to my chest. All my fears about him start to flood in. Just as my mind starts to spiral, the bedroom door creaks open. Henry walks in, completely naked. When he sees me awake, his eyes darken with lust.

“Good morning.” He crawls on the bed like a predator. He pushes me back and covers my mouth with his in a searing kiss that awakens every cell in my body.

When he pulls back, he says, “I have some time this morning, and I thought I’d use it devouring this fine body of yours.” He starts to move down my body, pushing my legs apart. He settles between them and looks up at me. “Unless you have a problem with that.”

“No… no problem.” For the next hour, Henry does an amazing job of waking me up. By the time he’s done, I’m wrung out and buzzed all at the same time, like how you feel after a hard workout.

"You know, I could get used to mornings like this," he says, tracing lazy circles on my thigh.

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