She smells like soap and heat and well-fucked cunt. She smells fucking delicious.
“Come on, keep me company. Help me sleep.”
She starts to pull the robe off my shoulders. I can see how this woman founded a company. She just won’t listen to the word “no.”
And I don’t want to say it to her, anyway. I want to wake up next to those bright blue eyes, that perfect body…
I sigh. “Your wish is my command, my lady.”
I dump the robe on the floor and climb in next to her.
Her skin is wonderful to be wrapped around. So
soft. So smooth.
After a few moments, we settle for the classic post-coital position. Me on my back, her arms across my chest.
It’s a cliché position, but with her, everything feels just right.
She runs her fingers through my hair and looks into my eyes one more time. And I feel two more stabs: one of regret and one of desire.
Then she puts her head on my chest, mumbles something about being satisfied, and falls asleep almost instantly. I wish I could say the same for me.
I lie awake for what feels like hours—staring at the glittering cityscape outside the penthouse windows.
Wondering and worrying—they’re not feelings I’ve felt in a long time. Normally, I’m more the doing and making-happen kind of guy.
Normally, I don’t become sexually infatuated, and—let’s face it—romantically invested, especially not with my step-niece.
Normally, it’s me and my high-rolling and my money and my fun.
Me. Alone.
Actually, come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve actually slept next to a woman in a very long time. Usually, I kick them out of the fucking door before they can get the feeling that I might let them stay.
But this…it’s excellent. Completely worth it.
Her quiet breathing, her soft little whines…it’s the quietest and most content I’ve ever seen her.
I want it to stay this way.
I wish it could.
Chapter 30
Mira
Everything is perfect.
Sunlight falls through the curtains, slowly rousing me from sleep.
Did last night really happen? Or did I just dream it?
I feel Owen shift, and I can hear his heart beating under my ears, so, no, I wasn’t dreaming. I’m not dreaming.
This is all real.
I fucked Owen Westbrook.