The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 436

Chapter 192: Crossing Boundaries-2

She hesitated, then added, quieter, “And don’t sneak out without having something to eat.”

A small huff of amusement escaped him. “You worry too much.”

“Someone has to,” she murmured.

Jaime made a dramatic gagging sound. “Wow. I’m right here, you know.”

Maya shot him a look. “Go to sleep.”

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Damien’s gaze drifted one last time to the laptop beneath Jaime’s hand. Still guarded. Still angled

away.

He didn’t comment; he simply brushed his thumb lightly against Maya’s side before letting his arm

fall away. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

When he looked at Jaime this time, it wasn’t playful. It was assessing.

Damien moved toward the door, pulling it closed with quiet care.

The soft click echoed down the hallway. By the time the latch settled, his smile had faded.

He looked thoughtful. Jaime had always been transparent, but that reaction hadn’t been. It had

been measured.

Damien resumed walking, unhurried. Calm on the surface, but his mind was no longer on playful

banter.

Jaime might look fragile, but there was nothing delicate about his mind-and Damien couldn’t

shake the feeling he was hiding something.

Inside the bedroom, Maya shifted slowly onto her side of the bed, smoothing the sheets. Her body felt deliciously heavy, humming with the memory of the evening-two full rounds of Damien’s unres trained eagerness.

Her cheeks warmed. He had been intense tonight. Not rushed. Not careless. Just… hungry. Like distance had sharpened something inside him. Every touch, every heated whisper had reminded

her how much he had missed her. His hands had roamed with intent, claiming her with a

possessiveness that made her pulse race.

She pressed her lips together, suppressing a smile.

Wild, yes. But more than that-intentional.

As if he’d needed to reassure himself she was still there, in every intimate, breath-stealing way, he

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reminded her-that she was his.

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She pulled the blanket over herself, her muscles aching in the best possible way. She set her phone on the side table and switched off the lamp.

“You’re weird, you know that?” she mumbled sleepily.

Jaime gave a soft huff of amusement. “Takes one to know one.”

She didn’t answer. With a gentle exhale, she turned onto her side. Sleep tugged at her quickly, and

this time, she let it.

Jaime waited. One minute. Two. Three.

Only when he was certain she was asleep did his posture change. The grin disappeared. Then the

ease. Then the lightness in his shoulders. Carefully, he slid his hand off the lid of the laptop.

He lifted it open. The screen glowed to life, casting cold light across his face. The mischievous

glint was gone, replaced by pure intent. He glanced at her phone on the bedside table. Slowly, he slid out of bed and circled around. He watched his sister for a moment, determination tightening in his eyes, before picking up the device with careful hands.

Back at his side of the bed, he opened the drawer and retrieved a cable. He connected her phone

to his laptop, glancing once more at Maya. They had always respected each other’s boundaries.

Holding her phone felt wrong-intrusive. A flicker of guilt pricked him, but he whispered softly, his

voice a ghost in the dark, “I’m sorry, May… but I have to protect you too.”

His fingers began to move across the keys, quiet and precise, each tap controlled, the room filled

with the faint rhythm of his secret vigilance.

Outside Jaime’s room, the hallway stretched dim and silent. Damien’s steps echoed softly against the floor, slower than usual. The walk back to his own room felt longer than it should-longer

because the person he wanted beside him tonight wasn’t there.

By the time he reached his door, his hand lingered on the knob, reluctant to step into the quiet

emptiness. The memory of her warmth, her boldness, still clung to him, sharp and insistent.

He finally entered, closing the door behind him with a soft click. He paused at the edge of the bed, letting his gaze linger over the rumpled sheets.

The heat they had shared still clung to the room, tangible in every corner, in every scent. The memory of Maya’s boldness, the way she had pressed against him, still made his pulse tighten.

He smoothed a hand over the blanket, his mind replaying the moments they had claimed each other-every heated whisper, every urgent press of lips. The memory left a faint, lingering ache in his chest, a low hunger simmering just beneath the surface.

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Tracing the rumpled fabric as if searching for her heat, he finally turned toward the balcony. He slid the door open, letting the cool night air drift over him to temper the quiet hum of the city below.

From his pocket, he drew his phone and dialed. One ring.

“Sir,” Monroe’s voice answered, clipped and precise.

“Make sure their arrival doesn’t raise any suspicions,” Damien said, voice calm but edged with

command.

“Understood, sir. Everything is in place,” Monroe replied.

“Good,” Damien murmured, ending the call.

The screen dimmed. Silence lingered for a heartbeat-then lit again with an incoming call. Private

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