Raymond’s POV
I could see her face slowly turning red, and for a brief mont, I wondered if I truly had that much of an effect on her. Ever since the day I t her, she had been like this, losing herself whenever her eyes lingered on for too long. If I didn’t already know how feisty, stubborn, and troubleso she could be, I might have thought she had a harmless crush on .
I shook my head lightly, clearing the thought away, and finally spoke.
My eyes swept over her body calmly, from head to toe. She looked cute in the little dress she wore, simple yet flattering, clinging to her curves just enough. My gaze lingered for a second too long on her exposed legs, but I decided not to comnt on that, for now.
"Co in," I said dryly as I opened the door wider for her.
Sullivan stepped in behind her, carrying her bags like a dutiful assistant. He looked unfazed, as usual.
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice slightly tense.
She glanced around, then asked, "Where’s the kitchen?"
I pointed in the direction without a word. She nodded and headed there imdiately, while I walked into the living room and dropped onto the couch, pulling out my phone to distract myself. Monts later, Sullivan erged from the kitchen, placed the bags neatly by the wall, opened the door, and left without another word.
The house fell quiet.
I leaned back, wondering what she planned to say, or if she would say anything at all.
"Hello," Lena said suddenly, waving at awkwardly. Her fingers trembled slightly, as though she was gathering courage.
I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. "Are you nervous, kitten?" Her pet na rolled off my tongue naturally.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing deeper.
I raised a brow, genuinely surprised. Lena being nervous was rare. Instead of teasing her further, I stayed silent and waited.
"I’m sorry about everything," she finally said, taking a deep breath. Her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her, knuckles pale.
"What exactly are you sorry about?" I asked calmly, refusing to make it easy for her. She really had been a nace these past few days.
"For invading your privacy... for refusing to take correction when you called out on my actions, and..."
"And what else?" I prompted softly, standing up and stepping closer to her. I tilted her chin slightly, my eyes unconsciously dropping to her lips as she spoke.
"And I’m sorry for not keeping my end of the deal we made," she continued quietly. "It won’t happen again."
I smiled faintly. "Do you miss , kitten?"
She nodded.
That shocked more than I expected. I had assud we would argue, banter, clash the way we always did. I hadn’t expected her to give in so easily, and that honesty stirred sothing hot and dangerous inside .
"I want you back ho," she whispered.
That was all it took.
My mouth crashed down on hers, the kiss hungry and unrestrained, like we had been starved of each other. She rose onto her tiptoes, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pulled closer. Our bodies pressed together, breaths tangling, lips moving in desperate rhythm.
I held her waist tightly, almost lifting her off the ground, before picking her up completely and sitting down, settling her onto my lap. She straddled without hesitation, urgency written all over her movents. Her hands slid down, fumbling at my clothes, exploring like she was afraid I’d disappear if she stopped.
My breathing hitched.
God, I wanted her. I want to have her right here.
But this wasn’t right, not in this house.
I caught her wrists gently and leaned back, forcing myself to look at her face. She let out a soft, frustrated moan when my lips left hers, her eyes fluttering open to find watching her with clear amusent.
She hit my chest lightly and tried to get down, but I held her in place.
"Don’t worry, baby," I murmured. "We’ll finish this properly when we get ho. I promise. I’m not about to end up on Damon’s CCTV footage."
Her eyes widened in alarm as she quickly adjusted her dress, smoothing it down like she’d just rembered where she was.
I laughed softly.
"Relax, kitten. You won’t be caught on any cara. I’ll make sure of that before we leave."
She hesitated, then asked quietly, "You promised?"
I nodded. "When have I ever broken a promise?" I paused, then added firmly, "You’re my woman. I wouldn’t want anyone else to see your nakedness."
She relaxed at that, resting her head against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close for a mont longer.
"I want to make you a al to properly apologize," she said after a while. "Do you have any preference?"
"I’m not selective," I replied easily. "I eat everything, especially anything you make."
She smiled and slid off my lap, heading into the kitchen. I followed right behind her.
Where was the fun in letting her do it alone?
I helped her slice and prepare everything she needed, standing far too close for comfort. When my task was done, I found excuses to lean in, smooching and kissing her, I kept on rubbing her ass, sotis her boob. until she swatted my arm away playfully.
Once we finished cooking and cleaning, I lifted her onto the kitchen table and kissed her again, slow and deep this ti. I had to stop myself once more, groaning in frustration.
Damon was a nace and a freak. If he saw anything, he wouldn’t delete it. He would keep it and use it against
I set her down, running a hand through my hair as she laughed softly.
"It’s okay," she said gently. "Let’s eat. We can continue from where we stopped when we get ho." She bent her head down as her face turned red. I smiled and agreed with her.
She served a full English breakfast, eggs, bacon, potatoes, pancakes, and coffee with milk. We ate until we were full, laughing and talking like nothing had ever been wrong.
Afterward, we cleaned up together and settled into the living room. I brought out a bottle of wine, and she curled into my arms as we sipped and watched a movie together.
For the first ti in days, everything felt right again.
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