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Travis’s POVI’ve never been the kind of man who explains himself.I don’t justify my actions. I don’t check in. I don’t ask for anything.But for the first time in my life, I was sitting in the back of my car, staring out at the skyline, thinking about how I was about to do something that wasn’t necessary.Something that wasn’t about business.Something that was about her.And fuck—That should’ve terrified me.But it didn’t.I had an important meeting.A deal worth more than most people would make in a lifetime.A week in another city, shaking hands with men who only saw dollar signs, strategizing, negotiating—doing the thing I excelled at.And yet—All I could think about was her.The way she had looked at me that night, standing in the doorway, her lips still parted from the way I had kissed her.The way her fingers had curled at her sides like she was debating whether or not to pull me back.The way I had walked away, knowing—knowing—that I was already so fucking far gone I wasn’

Travis’s POVThe deal was important.One of the biggest I’d worked on in years.The kind that required focus. Precision. Absolute fucking control.And yet—For the past five days, I had been operating at exactly half of my usual level of concentration.Because my mind wasn’t in New York.It wasn’t in the boardroom, wasn’t on the numbers, wasn’t on the arrogant bastards sitting across the table from me.No.My mind was three hundred miles away—In a sleek office, behind a massive desk, with sharp, dark eyes that looked at me like she wanted me and hated me in equal measure.And fuck—I didn’t know what to do with that.I had been in situations like this before.Beautiful women. Dangerous distractions.I knew how to compartmentalize.Knew how to separate business from pleasure.But Sophia Moreau wasn’t just a distraction.She was something else.Something I couldn’t shake.Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to.Monday, I threw myself into work.Forced myself to sit through negotiations, t

Travis’s POVI was already too far gone.I knew it the second she opened the door.The second my hands found her waist, the second my mouth crashed against hers, the second she let me have her.This wasn’t just hunger.Wasn’t just need.This was something deeper.Something that had been pulling at me from the moment I first laid eyes on her.And now—Now that I had her beneath me, now that I had tasted her, felt her, owned every breathless sound that spilled from her lips—I knew.I wasn’t letting her go.Her skin was fire beneath my hands.Soft. Silken. Warm in a way that made me ache to never stop touching her.I traced my fingers down her arms, over her ribs, lower, memorizing every dip, every curve, every place that made her tremble under my touch.Her breath hitched as my lips followed, dragging over her collarbone, her throat, down to the perfect swell of her breasts.I groaned against her skin, tasting the faintest hint of her perfume—vanilla and something dark, something entir

Travis’s POVI woke up to the scent of her.Warm. Soft. A little bit of vanilla, a little bit of something I couldn’t quite name but already needed.And for a moment—I didn’t move.Didn’t breathe.Didn’t dare disturb the way she was curled against my chest, her fingers resting lightly against my ribs, her breathing slow and even.Because fuck—I had never woken up like this before.Not with someone next to me.Not with someone in my arms.Not with someone I had no desire to let go of.I tilted my head slightly, just enough to see her.Her dark lashes resting against her cheeks.Her lips, slightly parted, still swollen from my kisses.The way her body fit against mine like she had always belonged there.Something in my chest tightened.This wasn’t supposed to happen.Not to me.Not like this.But the second I looked at her—I knew.It already had.And there was no stopping it now.My fingers brushed against her back, trailing slow, lazy lines over her bare skin.She shifted slightly,

Travis’s POVSaturday morning felt different.I wasn’t supposed to be here.I wasn’t supposed to wake up here.I wasn’t supposed to stay.But the moment I opened my eyes and saw her—Hair messy, lips swollen, curled up in the sheets like she belonged there—I knew.There was nowhere else I’d rather be.She was wearing my shirt.Nothing else.Just the white button-up I had worn the night before, hanging loose off one shoulder, the hem barely skimming the tops of her thighs.And fuck—That sight alone was enough to ruin me.She stood by the kitchen counter, sipping coffee like she wasn’t the most dangerous thing I had ever seen.Like she wasn’t the reason my blood ran hot.Like she wasn’t the reason I was already hard before I had even stepped out of bed.I leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching her.Waiting.And just when she lifted the cup for another sip, I said, "You look good in my shirt, Moreau."She didn’t even flinch.Didn’t give me the reaction I wanted.Instead, sh