<b>Chapter </b><b>95 </b>
-HUNTER-
Three days had passed since that night in my bedroom, and I was losing my mind.
Every stolen nce, every idental brush of fingers when she served breakfast, every soft smile she gave me when Caesar wasn’t looking….it was all driving me to distraction.
We hadn’t been alone together since then and hadn’t had a moment to talk about what had happened between us.
Mother left the next morning quietly, just like she always did. This made things moreplicated for me.
With no reason to skip my usual routines, I threw myself back into work. I spent long hours in my study,
trying to ignore how much I missed Celine’s touch.
It was Friday afternoon when the opportunity finally presented itself.
I was reviewing contracts at my desk when I heard the soft knock I had been unconsciously waiting for.
“Come in,” + called, not looking up from the papers spread before me.
“Excuse me, Mr. Reid.” Her voice was carefully formal, and professional. “I’m here to clean the study.”
I nced up to find Celine standing in the doorway with her cleaning supplies, looking every inch the dutiful employee. But her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn’t quite meet my eyes.
“Of course.” I gestured to the room. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be working.”
She nodded and moved into the room, setting her supplies on the side table.
I tried to focus on the contract in front of me, but my attention kept drifting to the way she moved around
the space….dusting the bookshelf, and wiping down surfaces with efficient, graceful movements.
She was wearing her usual uniform: a simple ck dress that hugged her curves in all the right ces, her hair pulled back in a neat bun. Professional. Proper.
Absolutely maddening.
“How’s Caesar today?” I asked, needing to break the tension that was building with each passing minute.
“Good. He’s napping.” She paused in her dusting. “He asked about you again this morning. Wanted to know if you would teach him to y chess like you promised.”
The mention of my son…. ‘our son‘….sent the familiar pang through my chest. “I would love to. Maybe this
weekend?”
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“He would like that.” She moved closer to dust themp beside my desk, and I caught her scent…that
clean, sweet smell that had been haunting my dreams.
“Celine.” Her name came out rougher than I intended.
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She looked down at me, and the careful mask she had been wearing slipped just slightly. I saw the want
there, the same desperate need that had been eating at me for days.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered, ncing toward the open door.
I stood slowly, moving around the desk until I was close enough to touch her. “Close the door.”
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She hesitated for only a moment before setting down her dust cloth and walking to the door. The soft click
of the lock engaging seemed to echo through the room.
When she turned back to me, her professional calm waspletely gone.
“Hunter,” she breathed, and then we were moving toward each other like mas.
I caught her face in my hands, kissing her with all the desperation I had been holding back for three days. She melted against me, her arms winding around my neck, and I backed her toward the desk.
“I’ve been going crazy,” I murmured against her mouth. “Three days of watching you, wanting you, not
being able to touch you.”
“I know,” she gasped as I trailed kisses down her throat. “I’ve barely been able to concentrate on anything.”
My hands found the hem of her dress, pushing it up her thighs as I lifted her onto the edge of the desk. Papers scattered to the floor, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“What if someone hears?” she asked, even as her legs wrapped around my waist.
“The door’s locked: Everyone’s busy.” I pushed her hair loose from its bun, watching it tumble over her
shoulders. “It’s just us.”
She pulled me down for another kiss, deeper this time, full of hunger and promise. My hands roamed over
her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve, every sensitive spot that made her gasp.
“I can’t stop thinking about the other night,” I confessed against her ear, my voice low and rough. “About
how you felt, how you tasted.”
She shivered, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Hunter, please.”
I pushed her dress higher, revealing the simple white panties underneath. “Tell me you want this, Celine.”
“I want….,” she breathed. “I want you.”
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My control snapped. I hooked my fingers in the stic of her panties and pulled them down her legs, tucking them into my pocket. Her eyes widened at the possessive gesture.
“Mine,” I growled, and she nodded, her breathing in short pants.
I knelt between her legs, pushing her thighs wider, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when I put my mouth on her. She was already wet, ready for me, and I took my time exploring her with my tongue.
“Oh God,” she whispered, one hand fisting in my hair. “Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I worked her higher and higher, feeling her thighs tremble around my head until she was gasping my name and falling apart against my mouth.
Before she could fully recover, I stood and freed myself from my pants, positioning myself at her entrance.
“Look at me,” Imanded, and when her zed eyes found mine, I pushed inside her in
thrust.
ooth
We both groaned at the sensation, the perfect fit of our bodies together. She was still sensitive from her
climax, tight and warm around me, and I had to fight not to lose control immediately.
“Move,” she pleaded, her legs tightening around my waist.
I started slow, building a rhythm that had the desk creaking beneath us. But Celine didn’t have patience
today. She pulled me down to her, kissing me fiercely as she moved against me, urging me faster.
The proper, professional woman was gone, reced by someone wild and wanting. She bit my lip, scraped
her nails down my back, and whispered filthy things in my ear that nearly undid me.
“Harder,” she demanded, and I gave her what she wanted, driving into her with enough force that we had to
brace ourselves against the desk.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I groaned, feeling the familiar tightness building in my spine.
“Good,” she gasped back. “I want to destroy you the way you’re destroying me.”
The honesty in her words, the raw need, pushed me over the edge. I captured her mouth in another bruising
kiss as I felt her tighten around me, her second climax triggering my own.
We stayed locked together for long moments afterward, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
“We can’t keep doing this,” she said finally, though she made no move to separate from me.
“Why not?” I asked, genuinely curious about her reasoning.
“Because it’s dangerous. Because someone will find out. Because….” She stopped, shaking her head.
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“Because what?”
“Because I’m falling in love with you,” she whispered, the words <i>so </i>quiet I almost missed them.
My heart stopped. Then started again, beating so hard I was sure she could hear it.
“Celine…”
A sharp knock at the door made us both freeze.
“Mr. Reid?” Sally’s voice called through the door. “There’s a call for you on line one.”
“Just a moment,” I called back, my voice remarkably steady considering the circumstances.
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We moved apart quickly, straightening our clothes. I tucked myself back into my pants while Celine
smoothed down her dress, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Your hair,” I murmured, helping her pin it back up.
“My….” She looked around frantically. “Where are my….”
I patted my pocket, grinning. “I’m keeping these.”
Her eyes widened in scandalized delight. “Hunter Reid, you cannot…”
“Line two is also ringing, sir,” Sally called again, sounding impatient.
“I’ll be right there,” I replied, then turned back to Celine. “We’re not done talking about this.”
She nodded, gathering her cleaning supplies with trembling hands. “I should go.”
I caught her arm gently as she passed. “What you said….about falling in love….”
“Don’t,” she whispered. “Please don’t say anything right now. I can’t handle it.”
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I wanted to tell her that I loved her too, that I’d been in love with her for weeks. But Sally was still waiting outside, and Celine looked like she might bolt if I pushed too hard. <fnca5f> Readplete version only at find[f]ovel</fnca5f>
“Tonight,” I said instead. “Come to my room tonight. We need to talk.”
She nodded again and slipped out of the study, leaving me alone with scattered papers and the lingering
scent of her perfume.
I straightened my tie, ran a hand through my hair, and went to answer Sally’s calls. But my mind was already on tonight, on the conversation that would change everything.
It was time to tell her the truth about Caesar.
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All of it.