The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 427

Chapter 189 The Way Need You 1

Chapter 189: The Way I Need You-1

The storm had finally stilled.

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The privacy meant to mend what had fractured between them had done far more than that. It had led to forgiveness. Understanding. Acceptance.

And then something reckless.

Bold. Burning.

They had known each other’s bodies before – but this… this had been different.

Deeper. Hungrier. Fiercer.

Even for Damien – a man long past amateur curiosity, long accustomed to control – nothing had

ever felt like that. Not the intensity. Not the surrender. Not the way she had undone him.

Now, exhaustion wrapped around them like a second skin.

Their breaths were still uneven, slowly finding rhythm again.

Maya lay draped across his chest, her skin warm, her fingers lazily tracing invisible patterns along

the firm planes of him. Her hair spilled over his shoulder, soft against his throat.

The heat between them had softened into something warmer now – steadier.

Damien’s hand rested at her waist, thumb brushing slow, absent circles as if reassuring himself she

was still there.

Still his.

Still real.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the steady rhythm of two hearts that had chosen each

other.

Then-

Maya’s voice broke the quiet.

“So… you’re a licensed aviator, huh?”

Damien’s lips curved faintly. “Mmm… I thought you knew.”

She lifted her chin to look at him. “And how exactly would I know that?”

He glanced down at her, one brow lifting. “Back on the island. I flew the helicopter. Remember?”

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Chapter 189 The Way I Need You 1

Maya squinted. “Oh, that? That’s different.”

His brows rose higher. “Different how?”

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She propped herself up slightly, resting her chin on his chest. “Well, for one, helicopters are smaller. And isn’t that… I don’t know… easier? Aren’t there tons of people who can fly those?”

Damien stared at her for a beat.

Then he gave a low, amused huff.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, an incredulous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Easier?” he repeated, “Sure, it may be easier than flying a commercial airliner with three hundred passengers or a private jet that practically lands itself, but it also requires a hell of a lot more than

just sitting there looking pretty.”

Maya grinned, propping herself up on her elbows. “Oh? Do tell, Captain.”

“A helicopter wants to fall out of the sky every second you’re in it,” he said, his voice dropping into

that low, authoritative vibrato she always felt in her bones.

“It’s about coordination. You’re using both hands and both feet just to keep the thing from spinning in circles. It’s constant. It’s exhausting.”

He reached out, his fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her just an inch

closer.

“And unlike a jet, it doesn’t have an autopilot to save you if you stop paying attention. You have to

stay focused. You have to stay in control. I actually like that.”

Maya tilted her head, her eyes searching his. “Is that why you like it? Because it forces you to stay

in control?”

The playfulness in his expression flickered, replaced by something more honest, more grounded.

He looked at her-really looked at her-and she realized he wasn’t just talking about the aircraft

anymore.

“Maybe,” he admitted. “Control is survival. But not everything is meant to be controlled.”

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