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Nicholas’s POV
The office was a cocoon of quiet, the hum of the city beyond the glass walls muted by the late hour. Serene was curled on the plush leather couch in the corner. Her small frame swallowed by a soft blanket I had draped over her.
She’d passed out from sheer exhaustion, her body succumbing after the whirlwind of emotions and physical intensity I’d put her through.
I had carried her there myself, my hands lingering as I gently pulled her panties back into place, my touch uncharacteristically tender.
Now, she slept soundly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her lips slightly parted, a picture of innocence that stirred something dangerous in me.
I was now sitting at my desk, a stack of files before me to review, but my focus was elsewhere. My gaze kept
