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My hands skimmed up her body, cupping her breasts, feeling their perfect weight in my palms. I caught her nipples between my fingers and pinched gently.

She gasped, her rhythm stuttering. “More,” she breathed.

I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while I rolled the other between my fingers. Raina moaned, her hips moving faster now, rising and falling on my cock with increasing urgency. She threaded her fingers through my hair and held me against her breast, keeping me there while she rode me hard and deep.

Her entire body shuddered and I switched to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, and felt her thighs start to tremble around me. She was close. I could feel it in the way her body tightened, the way her movements grew more frantic.

When it became too much, she pulled my head back. Her hands framed my face, and she kissed me deeply. I could taste the wine on her tongue, feel the urgency in the way hermouth moved against mine. My hands dropped to her hips again, guiding her movements, driving up into her with each downward stroke.

She gasped against my lips. “Simon, I need—”

“I know.” I slid one hand between us, finding her clit, circling with just the right pressure and it didn’t take but a few strokes to make her shatter.

I felt her orgasm ripple through her, her inner walls clenching around me as she shuddered in my arms. The sight of her coming undone—head thrown back, my name on her lips—pushed me over the edge right behind her.

I came hard, spilling into her with a groan that felt like it was ripped from somewhere deep in my chest. Pleasure whited out my vision, my thoughts, everything except the feel of her and the rightness of this moment.

Afterward, we stayed tangled together on the couch, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. The apartment was quiet except for our breathing and the muted hum of the city outside.

“I had fun tonight,” she murmured against my skin. “Meeting everyone. Being here with you.”

“They liked you too.” I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You fit in perfectly.”

She tilted her face up to look at me, her expression soft and open in a way that made my heart stutter. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said huskily.

I looked at Raina—this woman who had somehow become essential to me in such a short time, in more ways than I could count, and I finally stopped fighting the truth that had been quietly taking root in my heart.

I was falling in love with her.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Raina

Iwoke slowlyon Monday morning, stretching beneath the soft sheets of my own bed. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the comforter, and for a moment I just lay there, savoring the rare luxury of not having to rush.

Today was the day. Alexander was signing the contract to partner with Powers Investment Group. The meeting was scheduled for eleven o’clock at his office, and excitement hummed beneath my skin at the thought of what Simon and I had accomplished. The relationship we’d built with Alexander, the negotiations and strategic planning, all of it culminating in signatures on the dotted line.

Simon was at GalvaTech this morning. Liam had been working tirelessly to prepare for the launch of their new EV charger, and the marketing team finally had their presentation ready for review. Simon needed to approve everything before they moved forward, so he’d be tied up there for a few hours and planned to head straight to Alexander’s office afterward.

Which meant I wasn’t needed at Powers Investment Group first thing.

My tasks were simple when I did arrive: print the finalized contract that our own lawyer had reviewed and approved, and deliver it to Alexander’s office around ten, giving us plenty of buffer before the eleven o’clock meeting. Everything was ready. All that remained was making the partnership official.

Sleeping in on a Monday felt almost rebellious, and I took my time getting ready. A long, hot shower instead of my usualrushed five minutes. A proper breakfast of eggs and toast instead of a grab-and-go granola bar. Coffee that I actually sat down to drink while scrolling through the news on my phone.

When I finally stood in front of my closet to change into my work outfit, I considered my options carefully. This was a big day, the culmination of everything we’d worked toward. I wanted to look polished and professional.

I also wanted to look good for Simon.

He’d made it abundantly clear over the past few weeks that he had a particular appreciation for my pencil skirts, so I chose a black one that hugged my curves and paired it with a blue silk blouse, long-sleeved with delicate buttons down the front that made my eyes brighter. Professional and polished enough for an important business meeting, but feminine enough to catch his attention.

I’d just finished applying light makeup—mascara, a touch of blush, neutral lip gloss—when my phone rang.

Hazel’s name flashed on the screen, and I answered on the second ring.

“Hey, can you do me a huge favor?” The words tumbled out of her in a rush that immediately set me on edge.