Chapter 48

‎Caroline felt the undeniable pressure of his growing bulge against her, a physical reaction that made her smile with quiet satisfaction. There was something deeply empowering about the way her presence stirred him, it confirmed what she already knew. Her eyes gleamed with playful confidence as she leaned in, her voice sultry and full of anticipation.

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‎“I want to see exactly what my boyfriend is capable of,” she whispered, her lips just inches from his. She rested her forehead gently against his, drawing him in closer, letting the tension simmer between them. With a soft laugh, she rubbed her nose against his in a teasing Eskimo kiss, her breath mingling with his, her eyes locked on his as if daring him to make the next move.

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‎Her boldness wasn’t lost on him. The confidence in her words, the glint in her eyes, it flipped a switch inside him. He knew what she wanted. More importantly, he wanted it too. No more holding back.

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‎“You know I can’t resist you,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with hunger. “So whatever happens after this... you're going to have to take it.”

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‎With that, he placed his hands on her waist and smoothly turned her around, guiding her back onto the couch. His movements were sure, deliberate, a blend of control and care that made her heart race. He leaned over her, their faces still close, breaths shallow, eyes locked in that charged space between tension and release.

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‎Caroline’s body arched beneath him, drawn to every inch of him like instinct. The feel of his hands , rough and sure, sliding beneath her top sent a tremble through her. He took his time, fingers gliding over bare skin with reverence, brushing the underside of her breast before finally cupping it, thumb circling slowly over the sensitive peak. She gasped, her back lifting as her body responded to the contact, heat blooming low in her belly.

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‎Her hands were no less curious, they roamed over his chest, pulling at the hem of his shirt until he rose just enough to let her lift it over his head. Her eyes roamed his torso, drinking in the sight of him, all tension and desire. She traced the lines of his abdomen with her fingers, teasing lower, making him suck in a breath.

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‎“You’re not playing fair,” he murmured, voice thick with need, eyes darkening as her touch dipped lower still.

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‎“I never said I would,” she whispered, biting her lip with a wicked grin.

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‎His mouth crashed back to hers, need overtaking restraint. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her there as he kissed her deeper, while the other slid beneath the waistband of her shorts. He moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every second, every reaction the soft whimper she made, the way her thighs parted instinctively, her hips lifting to meet his hand.

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‎She was already wet, warm and aching for him, and the first stroke of his fingers sent a jolt through her. Her breath stuttered, and she broke the kiss with a soft moan, her head falling back against the couch cushions.

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‎“Oh God…” she breathed.

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‎He smiled against her skin, lips moving down her neck, then over her chest as he pushed her top higher, exposing more of her skin to his mouth. He kissed her breast slowly, tongue flicking over her nipple, sucking gently until her hands fisted in the fabric of the couch.

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‎“Say you want more,” he whispered, his voice vibrating against her skin.

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‎“I want everything,” she said without hesitation, breathless and burning. “Don’t hold back.”

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‎And he didn’t.

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‎With practiced hands, he removed the last of her clothes, letting his eyes linger on every inch of her. She was stunning, flushed, eager, and completely open to him. He kissed his way down her body, lips worshipping every dip, every curve, until she was trembling under him, whispering his name like a prayer.

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‎When he finally slipped out of his jeans and joined her again, skin to skin, their bodies fit together like they were made for this for each other. He paused just a moment, foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling.

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‎“You still sure?” he asked, voice tender despite the fire in his eyes.

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‎Caroline looked into him, her fingers sliding along his jaw.

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‎“I’ve never been more sure.”

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‎And then there were no more words, only movement, sensation, and the slow, breathtaking unraveling of two people completely lost in each other. The room was full of sound of moan and clapping body.

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‎End of flashback.

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‎As he gazed down at the sleeping beauty nestled in his arms, a soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He couldn’t bring himself to look away. The way her face relaxed in peaceful slumber, the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the warmth of her body pressed against his, it all felt surreal. She shifted slightly, her body stretching instinctively, a quiet signal that she was beginning to stir.

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‎“Morning, sleeping beauty,” he whispered, his voice low and tender, just as her eyes fluttered open.

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‎She blinked slowly, adjusting to the soft morning light that filtered through the curtains. Her vision cleared, and as full awareness returned, she looked around the room, then at the man whose arms still held her close. The memories of the night before came rushing back in vivid detail. Her cheeks turned crimson, and unable to meet his gaze, she buried her face against his chest in embarrassment.

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‎“Morning,” she mumbled back, her voice muffled by his skin.

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‎Her shy gesture made him chuckle softly. The sound was rich, warm, and filled with affection. Gently, he tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes.

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‎“Why are you shy?” he teased, though he already knew exactly why.

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‎She stared into his emerald-green eyes, feeling her heart race under his gaze. Gathering what little courage she had left, she slowly leaned in, intending to kiss him, only to be interrupted by the sharp ring of her phone.

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‎Startled, she paused and let out a soft groan. “Ugh… I have to take this call,” she said apologetically, her voice laced with frustration. She climbed on top of him to reach for her phone on the nightstand, her body brushing against his in the process.

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‎He watched her with amusement, resting his hands behind his head, eyes never leaving her figure. “That phone has the worst timing,” he muttered with a smirk.