The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 118

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Her eyebrows rose slightly, but she directed me upstairs. “Second door on the right, Ms. Harper.”

The master suite was magnificent–minimalist yet sensual, with a massive bed and views of the water. I hesitated only briefly before stepping into the adjoining bathroom. The marble shower beckoned, and I reasoned that “preparing” in Devon Kane’s world likely meant looking immaculate for whatever evening he had planned.

Twenty minutes later, wrapped in his black silk robe, I descended the stairs. The scent of his cologne clung to the fabric, enveloping me as I followed the sound of voices toward what I presumed was the dining room.

I froze in the doorway. Seated in the living room were Christopher, Noah, and a stunning blonde who could only be Caroline. All three turned to look at me, conversations halting abruptly.

Christopher’s eyes brightened noticeably. “Devon,” he called out, his gaze never leaving me, “you finally decided to introduce us to the beauty you’ve been hiding?”

My cheeks burned as I clutched the robe tighter. Caroline would surely be furious finding another woman in her fiancé’s robe. To my surprise, she merely offered an elegant wink, as if we shared some secret.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me, and then Devon was there, his expression momentarily surprised before settling into its usual controlled mask. Without a word, he moved to my side, discreetly adjusting the collar of the robe higher around my neck, his fingers lingering longer than necessary.

“Come with me,” he murmured, leading me back toward the stairs, his hand possessive at the small of my back.

The moment his bedroom door closed behind us, he turned to me, eyes narrowed. “I meant for you to prepare appetizers in the kitchen,

not take a shower.”

My eyes widened in horrified realization. “Oh my God,” I whispered, mortification washing over me. “I thought-”

His finger pressed against my lips, silencing my explanation. “Though I must admit,” his voice dropped lower, “I prefer this

misunderstanding.”

His hand traveled from my face to my neck, his thumb stroking the pulse point that betrayed my racing heart. The air between us grew

heavy, charged with a tension that had been building since our last encounter.

“Caroline is downstairs,” I whispered, my eyes darting toward the door.

Devon moved closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Don’t mention her,” he said, his fingers easily untying the robe’s belt, letting the

silk part slightly. “Right now, I only want to focus on you.”

His lips captured mine in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened. His fingers threaded through my damp hair, massaging my scalp

as he pulled me closer. A shiver ran through me as my hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, feeling the tense muscles

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“You know,” Devon murmured between kisses, “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.” His hand slid to my waist, drawing me against him.

I felt the heat of his body through his shirt, tilting my head back to give him better access as his lips moved to my neck. His hands roamed my body, each touch igniting my skin. Our breathing quickened, becoming synchronized as our heartbeats pounded loud enough

to fill the quiet room.

Devon slowly guided me toward the bed, his movements careful yet determined, giving me space to stop if I wished. Instead, I deepened our kiss, my fingers working at the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel his skin against mine.

As we fell onto the bed together, Devon propped himself above me, his eyes searching mine, filled with both desire and concern. “Tell me what you want, good girl.”

My gaze was hazy with wanting, my hand caressing his cheek. “I… I want you,” I whispered. In that moment, there was nothing but pure attraction and longing between us.

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