<b>Chapter 204 </b>
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Caesar was finally asleep, his soft snores muffled under the hotel room’s thick duvet. I stood by the edge of his bed for a moment, watching his little chest rise and fall.
A smudge of fry grease still clung to his cheek from the pool hall, and I had to fight the urge to wake him just to clean it off.
He looked too peaceful, too weightless, curled around his stuffed dinosaur. I kissed his forehead, tucked the nket higher, and shut the bedroom door halfway.
Celine was waiting on the couch, legs curled beneath her in one of my shirts, and a pair of baggy ripped jeans, the sleeves swallowing her wrists.
She looked up with a smile that undid me more than any boardroom victory ever could.
“How was Caesar?<b>” </b>she asked.
“Out cold. A champion of fries and juice boxes.”
Herugh–low, warm–spilled into the room, and for a second I was back at the pool hall, surrounded by smoke and noise. Except this time, it was just her and me.
No noise. No chaos.
“Tell me,” she said, patting the space beside her. “Stories about your boys. I want to know what you’re like when you’re not terrifying boardrooms.”
I sat down, let my arm drape along the back of the couch behind her. “You mean when I’m just a man with idiots for friends<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“Exactly that,” she said, eyes glinting.
So I told her. About Frederick nearly choking on his cigar the first time he tried to look suave in front of a girl.
About Vincent losing three grand in poker, only to win it back with sheer dumb luck. About ncey saving Caesar tonight with a ridiculous pirate story.
Celine’sughter filled the room<b>, </b>easy and bright.
She pressed her hand to her stomach every time she leaned forward, as if guarding the life inside her even while she <b>was </b>carried away in the moment.
When I was done, she sighed happily and let her head fall against my shoulder. “I like seeing you like this.
Softer.”
I kissed her hair. “Don’t let them hear you say that. They’ll think I’ve gone weak.”
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“You are weak,” she teased. “For me.”
That was true.
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Later, while she slipped under the covers, I undressed in the dim light. Jacket, shirt, belt–all falling away until it was just skin and shadows.
I caught her gaze lingering, the way her eyes trailed over the scars on my chest, the line of muscle down my stomach.
“You’re staring,” I said.
“You’re showing off.”
I smirked, taking off my wristwatch slowly as if to prove her right. “Thene join me. In the bathroom.”
Her brows lifted. “Hunter……”
“Celine,” I warned, already unbuttoning my pants. “Don’t make me beg.”
She shook her head, exasperated, but the corner of her mouth curved. “You’re impossible.”
<b>“</b>And you love me for it.”
The bathroom filled quickly with steam from the shower. The tiles glistened under golden light, fog curling around the mirror. I pulled her in, still wearing my shirt, and pressed her against the counter.
I reached for her hand, pulling her toward me without a word. She resisted for a moment, her feet dragging slightly, but I could feel her resolve crumbling with every step.
Inside, I pressed her against the cool counter, her back flush against the marble. Her breath quickened, her chest rising and falling rapidly as my presence dazed her.
“Hunter,” she murmured, her voice shaky, her eyes darting nervously toward the bedroom door.
“We shouldn’t–Caesar’s asleep right there…..”
I silenced her with a look, my need raw and undeniable. “He’s out cold,” I growled, my voice thick with
urgency.
“And I need you.” My mouth was already moving, tracing the delicate line of her neck, the curve of her corbone, the swell of her breasts beneath the damp fabric of her shirt.
Her protests dissolved into gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me groan.
This wasn’t about sex–not tonight. It was about something deeper, something unspoken that had always
existed between us.
But the way she shuddered under my touch, the way her nails dug into my shoulders, told me everything I
needed to know.
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She wanted this as much as I did.
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I pressed closer, my breath hot against her ear, my hands roaming over her body with a possessiveness that left no doubt. <fnfb82> Th?s chapter is updated by Find?Novel</fnfb82>
“You’re mine, Celine,” I whispered, my voice raw, hoarse with emotion. “Always have been.”
She tilted her head back, her eyes meeting mine in the foggy mirror. For a moment, we just looked at each other, the steam swirling around us like a veil.
In her gaze, I saw the same unspoken truth I felt in my bones: we were each other’s endgame, no matter the chaos beyond the bathroom door.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, she pulled me closer, her hands sliding down to grip my waist, her body arching into mine.
The damp fabric of her shirt clung to her skin, and I could feel the heat radiating from her, a mirror to my own desire<i>. </i>
I kissed her then, slow and deep, my tongue tangling with hers as if to im her all over again.
The sound of the shower was a distant hum, the steam enveloping us like a cocoon. I lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pressed her back against the cool tile.
Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her eyes dark with need. “Hunter,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rush of water.
“What are you doing <i>to </i>me?”
I smiled against her skin, my lips brushing her jawline, her neck, my hands roaming lower, teasing the hem of her shirt.
“Reminding you,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble. “Of what we are. Of what we’ll always be.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders again, her body trembling as I pulled her shirt over her head, revealing thece bra beneath. Her breasts were flushed, her nipples tight peaks that begged for attention.
I took one into my mouth, sucking gently, my tongue swirling as she moaned, her head falling back against
the wall.
“Hunter,” she gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. “Please…..”
I didn’t need her to finish the sentence. I knew what she wanted, what she needed. And I was more than willing to give it to her.
My hands moved lower, unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her legs as she lifted her hips to help me. Her panties followed, pooling at her feet as I stepped back to admire her.
She was breathtaking, her body a work of art, every curve and line a testament to her beauty. Her skin was
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flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses, her eyes zed with desire.
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I wanted to worship her, to make her feel every ounce of the love and longing I’d carried for her all these
years.
I knelt before her, my hands gripping her thighs as I pressed my mouth to her core.
She tasted like heaven, sweet and musky, her essence coating my tongue as Ipped at her, my fingers delving inside her, teasing her until she was writhing, her cries echoing off the tiles.
“Hunter,” she moaned, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me close. “Don’t stop–please, don’t stop…..”
But I had no intention of stopping.
Not until she was a trembling, breathless mess, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.