The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 353

Chapter 162: Between Coffee and Desire-2

Heat curled low in her stomach at the closeness of him. She pressed a finger to his chest, teasing, almost daring. “Then maybe you should let me get dressed… or breakfast will be the last thing on our minds.”

His grin darkened, possessive and slow. “Breakfast? That ended a long time ago in my mind, love.”

Maya huffed a laugh, biting her lip as she leaned up to plant a quick, flustered kiss on his cheek. “Stop… let me go. Don’t you know? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day- we cannot skip it.”

Damien’s hand lingered at her waist for just a heartbeat longer, eyes dark with desire and ownership, before he finally let her slip away.

Ten minutes later, Maya stepped out of the walk-in closet, every movement purposeful, yet effortlessly commanding. She wore a black fitted T-shirt that traced the lines of her figure, paired with black skinny jeans and sleek sneakers-practical, simple, and unexpectedly magnetic. Her hair was swept into a high ponytail, keeping it out of her face, while the lingering warmth of her shower left her skin glowing softly, cheeks flushed with a natural pink. No makeup, just a quiet radiance that seemed to fill the room.

Damien lounged in the leather chair by the balcony, one leg draped over the other, phone in hand as he scrolled through emails. The morning sun streamed in behind him, casting long, sharp shadows across his features, accentuating the hardness in his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. A soft shuffle of footsteps caught his attention. He looked up-and the instant his gaze met hers, that familiar predatory glint softened just enough to reveal approval, weighty and unspoken, holding her in a moment that felt suspended in time.

She hesitated at the doorway, shoulders slightly hunched. “Umm… do I… look okay?” she asked, voice quiet, edged with that familiar self-doubt. “I mean… I don’t really have anything special for… you know, the range… or… whatever.” Her fingers nervously fiddled with the hem

of her shirt.

Damien’s dark eyes swept over her slowly, a faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He set his gaze firmly on her, voice low, calm, and utterly commanding. “Stop worrying, love. You look… perfect.”

Maya’s cheeks warmed, and she took a small step closer, fingers brushing lightly over her arm. “You really think so?”

Damien slipped his phone into his pocket, rising with deliberate slowness. Each step toward

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her carried weight, unspoken ownership, grounding her in the moment. He stopped just a breath away, letting his gaze roam over her with a heat that made her shiver.

“I know so,” he murmured, voice dropping even lower. “You look… dangerously hot.”

A shiver slid down Maya’s spine at the intensity in his voice. Damien leaned closer, his lips brushing near her ear as he murmured, “In fact… too hot for my liking. I’m going to need that place cleared of any men. I don’t want the thought of anyone else… even noticing my wife.”

She froze.

“Your wife… huh?” Maya echoed softly, eyes lifting to his, a faint curve to her lips as her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and something dangerously close to hope.

Damien didn’t hesitate. His eyes locked onto hers, calm and absolute. “Yes, love. You are.

You will be.”

Her heart thudded hard in her chest. “You’re very sure of yourself, Mr. Blackwood,” she said, voice light, but the tremor beneath it gave her away.

A slow smile curved his lips-confident, possessive, absolute. “Oh, I am.” He leaned in just enough to make the words feel like a promise. “You’re already Mrs. Blackwood to me.”

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