Lucian stirred almost immediately, groaning softly as his hand found my hair. He tugged gently, his hips moving in rhythm. But soon, he pulled me up, his eyes dark with desire, remorse, and something else—devotion.
I straddled him and began to ride, my moans rising louder than usual. Not just for him—but for her.
Let her hear.
Let her know.
Lucian matched my energy. He was a storm beneath me—wild, focused, relentless. Every thrust carried an apology, a vow, a desperate need to make things right.
By the end, we were tangled and breathless, wrapped around each other in sweat and silence.
He held me close, his lips brushing my hair. “Mara… we’ll be going to the office together from now on. Are you okay with that?”
I nodded against his chest. “Yes.”
“Tina’s arrived,” I added, lifting m
