The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 43

**Dust Writes New Stories by Rei Holt Wilder**

**Chapter 43**

As I stepped into Devon’s penthouse, I felt the weight of his piercing gaze settle on me like a thick blanket. The door clicked shut behind me, a soft yet definitive sound that resonated in the air, marking my arrival in his world. I had encountered luxury before, but this was an entirely different realm—everything about Devon’s home screamed sophistication. The sleek lines, the minimalist decor, and the imposing elegance of the space mirrored the man himself.

“Why are you just standing there? Go shower,” he instructed, his voice firm and devoid of any room for negotiation. Without waiting for a response, he turned away, heading toward the living room with an air of authority that left me momentarily captivated.

I couldn’t help but admire the way he carried himself, each step purposeful, shoulders squared beneath his crisp shirt. This was Devon Kane—decisive, direct, and unyielding, the very traits that had propelled Kane Technology to its towering heights. He had no time for idle chatter; his focus was solely on efficiency.

Navigating through the penthouse, I finally reached the master bathroom. Pushing the door open, I was momentarily taken aback by the sheer opulence that greeted me. Marble countertops glistened beneath gold-plated fixtures, and the room was dominated by a massive walk-in shower and a separate soaking tub that beckoned invitingly. As I caught sight of my reflection in the oversized mirror, a playful smile crept onto my lips.

If Devon was so eager to whisk me away to bed, I decided I could afford him a little more waiting time.

Instead of stepping into the shower, I turned my attention to the deep tub, filling it with water and letting the sound of the splashing liquid fill the air. While rummaging through the cabinets, I stumbled upon bath bombs—sandalwood-scented, reminiscent of the fragrance that often lingered on Devon’s skin. “Not bad taste,” I remarked to myself, appreciating the luxurious touch.

Forty minutes slipped by as I luxuriated in the warm embrace of the water, relishing the thrill of making Devon Kane, of all people, wait for me. Steam curled around me, clouding the mirrors, creating a cozy haze in the bathroom.

“Are you done yet?” Devon’s voice broke through the door, low and thick with a barely contained desire that sent a shiver down my spine.

Suppressing a laugh, I replied, “I’ve been to so many places today; I’m filthy. I need to wash properly. Have some patience, Mr. Kane,” my tone deliberately light, masking the excitement bubbling within me.

Another twenty minutes passed, and as the water began to cool, I finally resolved to rinse off in the shower. Just as I was about to step out, the door swung open. There stood Devon, his gray eyes darkened with a smoldering intensity that made my heart race. A wave of panic washed over me—Damn, I forgot to lock the door.

“All this time, and you’re still covered in soap,” he remarked, his gaze trailing over the exposed skin above the water. “Since you clearly don’t know how to bathe properly, perhaps I should give you a lesson.”

With deliberate slowness, he began to unbutton his shirt, each movement calculated and mesmerizing. His bronzed skin glistened, revealing the perfect definition of his muscles, causing me to swallow hard, my breath hitching in my throat. Once he shed the last of his clothing, he turned on the shower, hot water cascading down in a torrent.

“Come here,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

For a fleeting moment, I hesitated, but the magnetic pull of his presence drew me closer. Water streamed down my body, pooling on the marble floor, and as I approached him, his eyes locked onto mine with a burning intensity that made my skin tingle.

When I stepped into the shower stall, the water soaked us both instantly. His lips crashed against mine with an urgency that took my breath away. I had intended to resist, to maintain some semblance of control, but my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his every touch.

As I pulled back the covers, I discovered I was completely naked, and memories of last night’s passionate encounter made my cheeks flush. There was no sign of Devon in the room, just a glass of water and an aspirin waiting on the nightstand.

“Typical rich man behavior—get what you want and then vanish,” I muttered to myself, my voice echoing in the spacious room.

Just as I prepared to get up, the bedroom door swung open. Devon leaned casually against the doorframe, impeccably dressed in a charcoal custom suit, white shirt, and perfectly knotted tie. He looked every bit the business mogul, ready for a day filled with important meetings.

“Talking about whom?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, his voice low and smooth.

His sudden appearance startled me, but I quickly regained my composure. “Oh, Mr. Kane, you’re still here,” I replied with feigned cheerfulness, pulling the sheet up to cover myself.

“This is my apartment. Of course, I’m here,” he responded evenly, his gaze briefly flicking to my bare shoulders, igniting a spark of mischief within me.

I couldn’t resist the urge to challenge him. “Considering we’ve had several ‘business collaborations’ now, Mr. Kane, could you possibly look at me with something other than that cold stare next time?” I teased, my voice dripping with playful provocation.

Devon’s gaze intensified as he strode to the bedside, leaning down to trap me against the headboard. “It seems our contract needs an additional clause—keeping you satisfied,” he murmured softly before capturing my lips with his, sealing our unspoken agreement in a kiss that promised more adventures to come.