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65. What... was she doing?

Autor: Bloom_writes
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-08 17:56:16

“I’ll send a text when I’m ready,” I told the driver as I stepped out of the car.

Red had taken Scarlett back to the hotel after the luncheon. She needed time to prepare for dinner with Glenn tonight, so the rest of the afternoon’s schedule had been shifted.

Which worked perfectly for me.

Because if the afternoon had gone according to plan, the backseat of my car would have been used for something far less professional than a site visit.

The possibility, however, wasn’t entirely off the table.

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  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   84. Divorced with opinions.

    Lucien’s breath left him roughly against my neck as he finished, one hand tightening hard against my waist while the other steadied my hip like he didn’t trust either of us not to fall apart completely.Which was fair.Because I already had.A shaky exhale left me as I slumped back against his chest, my head dropping back against his shoulder while both of us tried to catch our breath.For a few seconds, neither of us moved.Morning light spilled through the glass around us now, warm against overheated skin.My legs had given up after the first orgasm against the glass, and apparently, Lucien’s solution to that had been hauling me into his lap on a lounger facing the city afterward and continuing like gravity, dignity and common sense no longer applied to either of us.Now sprawled across his lap — completely naked, exhausted and exposed to the thankfully highrise-free skyline — I was still trying to process the fact that I’d just had sex overlooking New York in broad daylight.It was

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   83. Portable Binoculars

    Scarlett:The universe had impeccable timing.Lucien did not seem to appreciate that. The naught in his eyes when he looked ready to continue whatever sinful idea had just cross his mind was now replaced by a hint of irritation as his phone lit up against the marble.His expression shifted as he glanced at the screen.“Marla,” he muttered.Right.He reached for the phone but not before his hand settled against my waist and pulled me forward onto the stool, then his fingers flexed once like he disliked having to step away at all.“Stay right here,” he said distractedly before answering.And then just like that, he shifted. Not completely. I could still feel traces of whatever had been happening between us lingering in the air. But the second the call started, something sharper settled over him. Colder. Focused.Business Lucien.I picked the mug and took a sip of the coffee while pretending I wasn’t staring at him. That failed miserably. Because unfairly attractive included listening to

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   82. Talk about timing

    She turned to face me fully and my eyes drifted once again.Who looked that good this early in the morning?Scarlett, apparently.Even with her eyes narrowed slightly like she was fighting the beginning of a headache, she still looked unfairly attractive.And speaking of headaches, the hangover had probably caught up to her by now.She cleared her throat, dragging me from my thoughts. Thoughts I was quite certain she had a rough idea about considering how flushed she suddenly looked.“I usually wake up early for work,” she said, tugging at the robe like it did anything to help the length.Then, seemingly realizing it was useless, she straightened instead, injecting defiance into her posture as her gaze dropped briefly to the bottle in her hand.“Was there some sort of party I wasn’t informed about?” she asked, gesturing lightly with it.I glanced at the bottle, the corner of my mouth curving. “You think contracts and whiskey qualify as a party?”“Well,” she lifted it slightly, “the bo

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   81. Five-Thirty.

    ~ Lucien:....By the time I signed the last contract Marla had flagged for approval, it was already past three in the morning.The Glenn merger files were still open across one side of the screen beside project reports, acquisition summaries, and updates from legal regarding the ongoing lawsuit against Glenford.I skimmed through the latest update briefly before returning my attention to Glenn’s email.The merger was happening. We both knew it. Eden would benefit from the partnership, Glenn Holdings would gain the expansion leverage they wanted, and neither of us were wasting time pretending otherwise.The issue was that Glenn Andrews liked resistance.He was the kind of businessman who liked dragging negotiations out just enough to see who lost patience first.Tonight’s email had been another unnecessarily detailed revision of terms I’d already reviewed twice earlier in the week. Nothing substantial had changed. No hidden clauses. No strategic shifts.Just Glenn reminding everyone i

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   80. Large couches

    I barely had time to process his words. Wrapping one strong arm around my waist, Lucien flipped me over, laying me back first on the couch with no effort at all. He lifted my legs, placing them over his shoulders as he took his position between them.And then, he slammed back inside me.Hard.“Oh my god.” I cried out, my hand clawing at the arm rest above me as he pistoned into me. I was still sensitive from my orgasm so the sensation was different now. Richer.It felt so good, it was devastating.My pulse raced everywhere — in my chest, my neck, my finger tips.“Fuck, Scarlett,” he gritted, gripping my hip and pulling me tighter against him. “You feel like heaven.”I clenched around him at the sound of his voice.A low groan left him.“Come for me,” he growled. “Come all over my cock. Now.”And I did.Harder this time.My orgasm hit hard, dragging a sharp cry out of me as my body convulsed beneath him.He followed moments later with a low, guttural groan, stilling as he finished ins

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   79. Come ride me.

    The elevator ride up to the penthouse felt endless, tension humming between us like something seconds away from detonating.Lucien stood beside me, facing forward, expression unreadable except for the faint tightness in his jaw.I couldn’t tell if it came from impatience, the fact that we were stuck in a public elevator, or both.Then his eyes flicked toward me briefly, and I had my answer.They were still dark with the same intensity he’d worn in the car.The sight of it sent warmth curling low in my stomach, my knees suddenly less reliable than they should’ve been.Finally, the elevator stopped at the last residential floor before the penthouse. The two other occupants stepped out first, both casting us mildly confused glances when neither of us moved to follow.Lucien waited until the doors slid shut again before stepping forward and pressing the button for the private penthouse level.The elevator lurched back into motion.And for the next thirty seconds, I focused entirely on the

  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   43. Last call

    Slowly, they all turned toward me.Recognition flickered across their faces in stages — disbelief first, then comprehension, then something uglier. Anger. Fear.The attorney avoided my eyes entirely. My father’s assistant didn’t. My uncle stilled on the spot, and turned, lips twisting like he bit i

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  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   41. Sir Smug-a-Lot

    Nicole was trying her hardest to get on my last nerve. Actually… she’d already succeeded.The gala was tomorrow, yet she’d suddenly decided this was the perfect time to bark orders like she’d been hands-on all week. She hadn’t.That had been me. And Marla.My eyes narrowed as I read through the rep

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  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   42. A deal for a deal

    ~ Lucien:‘You’d be amazed at the result.’I reread the text slowly, my thumb hovering over the screen. I imagined her saying it aloud. The pause before it. The faint curve of her mouth, like she knew something I didn’t.The confidence of it. The defiance.My lips curved.She had no idea how close

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  • The Billionaire's Dirty Obsession   39. Things meant for you.

    I stepped into the hallway, face flushed, my bag weighing on my shoulder. There was a strange weight to the air around me, like I’d left a piece of myself behind.Every person I passed made my spine stiffen, as though they could see how undone I was. Worse, the ache between my thighs wasn’t helping

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