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Then he pulled her against him by the waist, and the kiss happened as though it had always been inevitable—hot, urgent, overwhelming.Eloise felt her entire body ignite.The taste of wine.The firm touch of his hands.The heat spreading from her skin into her chest.Augusto lifted her effortlessly and sat her on the table before moving even closer. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him against her.The kiss deepened as his hands explored her waist, her back, her thighs. She gasped against his mouth, and the sensation of being so close to him—so completely surrendered—only intensified the flames between them.They broke apart only long enough to breathe, their eyes never leaving each other.Outside, the rain poured relentlessly, as though trying to extinguish the fire growing between them.But inside that kitchen, nothing could cool it.Eloise held his face between both hands as though she never wanted the moment to end.Breathing heavily, Augusto brushed his lips against her

The bedroom was immersed in soft shadows, illuminated only by the gray light filtering through the curtains. Outside, the rain continued to fall steadily, as though trying to cradle the silence that had settled around them.Augusto still held one arm firmly around Eloise’s waist, showing no intention of releasing her anytime soon.Still breathless, she felt the warmth of his body pressed against hers and his heartbeat gradually slowing alongside her own.For a moment, neither of them spoke.It was as though the sound of their breathing was enough to fill the room.Augusto glanced at her. His green eyes were less intense now, yet filled with something she couldn’t quite decipher. He gently brushed his fingers over her face, moving a damp strand of hair away from her forehead.“Come with me,” he said, his voice lower and softer than she was accustomed to hearing.Eloise frowned slightly but allowed him to guide her into the bathroom.The hot water was already running when she stepped be

“It’s breakfast,” she said, half laughing and half frustrated as she slipped out of his arms before temptation could pull her back.Augusto sighed and stepped away, heading toward the table to wait.Eloise adjusted her dress and walked to the door.A smile was already on her face when she turned the handle—but it froze the moment she saw who was standing outside.Then it vanished completely.“Thamires.”“What are you doing here? Where’s Augusto?” Thamires asked, her voice coated in false sweetness while her eyes assessed every detail.Before Eloise could answer, Thamires entered without permission.“Augusto…” she said, forcing a smile as she approached him. “I was so worried when I saw the news.”He had been sitting at the table, but he slowly rose to his feet, his gaze cold and calculating.“There was no reason to worry. As you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”“Fine?” She arched an eyebrow and cast a lingering glance at Eloise. “Apparently… you’re in very good company.”“Exactly,” he re

After the kiss, Augusto slowly stepped away, his eyes still locked on hers as though they were saying more than he was willing to admit. Without another word, he headed for the bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom for his morning shower. Eloise drew a deep breath, trying to reorganize her thoughts—and calm her heartbeat—while a faint smile stubbornly remained on her lips. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. This time, it really was breakfast. She accepted the room-service cart, thanked the attendant, and began arranging the table. She placed the cups in their proper positions, organized the fruit, and even corrected the placement of the flowers, as though perfect order might somehow calm the turmoil inside her. When Augusto returned, already wearing dress pants and a shirt open at the collar, he sat down without saying anything. They ate together, exchanging brief comments about the previous day while failing to avoid the lingering glances that occasionally crossed th

Friday dawned cold and unhurried, with the wind beating against the windows of the penthouse. Eloise opened her eyes to the pleasant weight of Augusto’s arm around her waist. He was still pressed against her, his warm breath brushing the back of her neck. “Good morning…” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. “Good morning…” she replied with a smile he couldn’t see but could somehow feel. They rose without rushing and went to shower together. At first, the warm water flowing over their bodies made the moment seem peaceful. Then his fingers began exploring her with the intimacy of a man who already knew exactly where to touch her to draw out a shiver. Eloise closed her eyes and released a soft breath when his lips found the sensitive spot beneath her ear. It didn’t last long, but it was intense—unhurried sex defined more by lingering touches and wet kisses than urgency. He held her against the wall as water streamed over them, ending it with a long kiss as though he