Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I slid my hand down her body to her clit. She shrieked, and it tasted like heaven. I wanted to consume every sound of her orgasm. I never wanted anyone else to hear her musical cries.
She was all mine. Every part of her.
I rubbed harder, fucked faster, bringing us both to the precipice of delirium.
“Come on, princess. Fall with me,” I grunted, linking my fingers through hers. “Come with me.”
“Yes. Yes. Oh, god. Lucian.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on.”
Lightning streaked down my spine, pulling my balls tight, shoving me over. I clung to her, not knowing if she fell with me until I heard her ragged sobs of pleasure.
I’d heard her come many times before, but nothing like this. Even through the ringing in my ears, her screaming and moaning cries ignited my senses, sending another bolt of euphoria down my cock. I emptied everything I had inside her, pushing it so deep I hoped it always stayed a part of her.
“Fuck, Aspen,” I gasped, barely catching my breath.
“Oh, god,” she rasped. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
I held myself inside her as long as I could until my dick softened and slid out. We both moaned, and I fell to my side, pulling her with me. The sheets were damp beneath us, and I didn’t know if it was from pulling her straight from the bath or the sweat we worked up together.
I didn’t care. All I knew was that we’d created the mess together in the best way possible, and I lo—my brain jolted and rearranged, blotting out the thought and correcting before it could be acknowledged. All I knew was that I liked it.
I removed a package of wipes from the bedside drawer, cleaned between her legs, then tossed it aside and pulled her back into me. She wrapped her arms around me like she had the pillow—exactly as it should have been from the beginning.
“Thank you, Lucian,” she muttered into my chest.
“Always, Aspen.”
Her name rolling off my lips added a jolt of reality.
This was Aspen Quinn—my rival. My fiancée. My future wife.
And tonight, something shifted.
She’d given up her control, knowing I’d keep her safe.
She hadn’t questioned any choice I made for her.
She’d trusted me through every step.
She’d leaned into me, depending on me to care for her in a way I’d forgotten I could.
All of it combined, swirling into a perfect storm that broke me open—leaving me exposed for her to slip in, and I wasn’t sure if that fact scared me more because she could become my downfall or because she could become my salvation.
CHAPTER 11
ASPEN
“Rough day?” Shiloh asked, following me into the elevator.
I sighed. “Just a long one.”
“I hear that,” someone said from the back corner.
Everyone chuckled, looking for some stress relief at the end of the third-quarter reporting.
I’d told Lucian not to bother scheduling any interviews for the past two weeks. He’d happily agreed since he had his own company’s financials to worry about.
Despite the stress of this time of year, I walked with an extra pep in my step. Especially at the end of the day, when I went home to a man whom—it terrified me to admit—I was starting to fall for. No matter how much I reminded myself that our agreement had nothing to do with love, I couldn’t help the way my heart skipped a beat when either of us came home to the other.
I struggled more every day to remember our no love rule, when every night he fed me dinner before leading me upstairs to strip me bare and worship me from head to toe.
Before our house party, I’d managed to hold myself steady in the conviction that I would never fall for someone like him. But after he’d cared for me so thoroughly, encouraged my sexual exploration, and gently fucked me as if he loved me, my walls crumbled, leaving my heart exposed.
Remembering the passionate way he’d feasted on my mouth as if he’d never tasted anything better sent an illicit chill down my spine. Remembering every desperate touch and steady thrust had my core pulsing, needing more.
The elevator doors dinged open three floors down, and I blinked, coming back to the moment. Only to find, none other than Emily stepping in and having nowhere else to stand but right. Beside. Me.
As always, she looked stunning in a black tank top and a long, fitted pinstripe skirt. I wanted to hate her, but couldn’t because she honestly hadn’t done anything to earn my ire.
At least, not until today. She apparently walked onto the elevator, saw me, and decided to choose violence.
“So, Aspen, when is the big day with the new owner of Quinn Music Group?” she asked, her peppy voice full of false innocence. “Or will it still be called Quinn Music Group once he has taken control of the company and the previous owner’s daughter?”