For a moment, we remained motionless, connected in the most primal way, breathing each other's air.
Then she began to move in slow, deliberate circles that sent electricity racing along my spine.
I slid one hand between us, finding her center, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as I thrust up into her with increasing force. The confined space, the risk of discovery, themoonlight streaming through the windows—all of it added to the intoxicating desperation of claiming her.
"Harder," she demanded, nails digging into my shoulders. "I want to feel you tomorrow. I want to remember this."
The words shattered what remained of my restraint. I gripped her hips, controlling her movements as I drove into her with punishing intensity. She threw her head back, spine arching, offering herself completely to my possession.
"Come for me," I commanded, feeling her begin to tighten around me. "I need to feel you come apart. Need to know this is real."
"It's real," she promised, voice breaking as her climax built.
"We're real. Lucas—I love you."
Those three words, repeated with such raw honesty, triggered my own release. I claimed her mouth, swallowing her cries as she came apart around me, her inner muscles clenching in waves that pulled my own orgasm from the very core of me.
We clung to each other as the aftershocks subsided, trembling and gasping, completely undone.
As our breathing gradually steadied, she remained draped against me, her head on my shoulder, fingers tracing idle patterns on my chest beneath my shirt.
"We should talk about the practical things," she murmured. "Miles. The company. How do we make this work?”
"We will," I agreed, pressing a kiss to her temple.
"But first, you're staying in San Francisco. No more talk of New York."
She lifted her head to look at me, something soft and determined in her expression.
"I'm staying. My life is here. You're here." She paused.
"Though we'll need to be strategic about how we handle everything else."
Relief flooded through me, so powerful it was almost overwhelming.
"We'll figure it out. Whatever obstacles arise, we'll find solutions."
She nodded, then smiled—a genuine, unguarded expression that made warmth unfurl in my chest.
"Your place?" she suggested. "I want a proper bed for what I have in mind next."
The promise in her voice sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through me.
"My place," I confirmed, helping her shift back to the passenger seat with reluctant practicality.
As we drove through the night, her hand in mine, I found myself thinking about permanence. About building something that could withstand whatever challenges awaited. About protecting what we'd found against any force that might threaten it.
"There's something I want you to know," I said as we pulled into my driveway. "About my intentions. About how serious I am about us."
She turned to face me, curious. "What kind of something?"
"I'm going to call my attorney tomorrow. Make some changes to my personal arrangements. Create protections for you—for us—against any potential complications that might arise."
Her eyebrows rose.
"What kind of protections?"
"Financial security. Legal safeguards. Insurance against anyone—including my own son—using your connection to me against you professionally." I lifted our joined hands, pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
