The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 97

“I shouldn’t want this,” I whispered against his mouth, gur foreheads touching. “But…”

Devon unbuttoned my blouse with practiced ease, his fingers tracing the birthmark on my collarbone. “This

mark,” he murmured, “I noticed it the first time I saw you.”

I closed my eyes as his mouth moved from my neck to my collarbone, each point of contact sending shivers

across my skin. The confined space made our movements awkward; his watch scraped against the seat, the

metallic sound breaking through my haze for just a moment.

“We should stop,” I said, even as my hands worked at his belt buckle.

“Is that what you want?” His breathing had grown heavier, his gray eyes darkened with desire.

My answer came not in words but in actions as I unzipped his trousers, feeling his obvious arousal. His

hands moved beneath my skirt, skillfully removing the last barriers between us. I trembled at his touch, my

body reacting with a mind of its own.

When we finally joined, I bit my lip to stifle a moan, beads of sweat forming on my forehead from the

intensity and the confined space.

“Look at me,” Devon commanded, his voice rough with desire. “I want to see your eyes.”

I opened my eyes, meeting his gray gaze, surprised by the complexity of emotions I found there. The windows had fogged with our breath, the car rocking slightly with our movements, the outside world

completely forgotten.

Just before the wave of pleasure crested, Devon pulled me tightly against him, whispering in my ear, “Only

around you do I feel sleepy. Have you drugged me, Harper?”

I closed my eyes tightly, my nails digging into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt as waves of

pleasure washed over me, too powerful to fight.

Afterward, the reality of what we’d done settled over us like the condensation on the windows. Devon

straightened his clothing methodically, then made a brief phone call instructing his assistant to bring a set

of women’s clothing to the parking garage.

The assistant arrived with alarming efficiency, delivering a beautifully packaged garment bag without so much as a curious glance in my direction. I changed quickly, grateful for the fresh clothes but

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Chapter 97

uncomfortable with how easily he had anticipated my needs.

To my surprise, Devon didn’t leave. Instead, he slid into the driver’s seat and started the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked, genuinely confused.

Too much physical activity makes me hungry,” he replied matter–of–factly as he navigated through

Manhattan’s night traffic. The city lights painted his profile in alternating shadows and highlights,

emphasizing his sharp features.

As we passed a pharmacy, I suddenly said, “Pull over.”

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Devon glanced at me, one eyebrow raised in question, but he complied without comment, bringing the car

to a smooth stop in front of the store.

I got out, my legs slightly unsteady, and walked quickly into the pharmacy. Minutes later, I returned with a

small paper bag, sliding back into the passenger seat.

“What did you buy?” Devon asked directly.

I met his gaze evenly as I removed the morning–after pill from its packaging. “Does Mr. Kane want me

showing up pregnant one day, demanding you take responsibility?”

I swallowed the pill right there, while he watched. In my experience, New York’s financial elite rarely took responsibility for the complications that came after one–night stands, no matter how passionate. And despite whatever was happening between us, I wasn’t about to let a moment of weakness change the

course of my life.

Devon said nothing, but his eyes remained on me a moment longer than necessary before he put the car

back in drive and pulled away from the curb.

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