The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Chapter 104:

Aria pov

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He pulled it up slowly. The fabric dragged across my skin, catching on my breasts. Cool air hit my overheated body. I wasn’t wearing a bra—I’d taken it off earlier. His eyes went dark when he realized.

"Beautiful." He leaned down, pressing kisses across my collarbone. Down between my breasts. His stubble scraped against sensitive skin, leaving me shivering.

His mouth closed over my nipple. Hot and wet and perfect. I bit back a moan—Noah was asleep down the hall. Damien’s tongue circled the peak, then he sucked hard. The pull went straight between my legs.

"Damien." My voice was strangled.

He switched to the other breast, his hand coming up to pinch the nipple he’d just abandoned. The dual sensation made my hips buck. I could feel him hard against my thigh, the thick length pressing into me through our clothes. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

His mouth moved lower, kissing down my stomach. His hands gripped my hips, holding me still as I squirmed. He paused at the waistband of my jeans, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.

"Not yet." I pulled him back up. "Noah could wake up."

"Right." He rested his forehead against mine, both of us breathing hard. "Right. Sorry."

"Don’t be sorry." I kissed him softly. His lips were swollen, wet from my skin. "Just... not here and not now."

"When?" His hand cupped my face. "When can I have you again?"

"I don’t know." I pulled my shirt back down, suddenly aware of how exposed I was. "This is complicated."

"It doesn’t have to be." He sat up, running a hand through his messy hair. I’d done that. Made him look wrecked. "I love you. You’re starting to feel something for me. Why can’t we"

"Because it’s not just about us." I sat up too, adjusting my clothes. My lips felt bruised. My neck was probably covered in marks. "There’s Noah and our history. And all the ways this could go wrong."

"Or all the ways it could go right." He caught my hand. His grip was warm and sure. "We could be a family, Aria. A real one. Not just for Noah but for us."

"One day at a time," I whispered.

"One day at a time," he agreed. His thumb stroked across my knuckles back and forth. "Starting with the best fourth birthday party this city has ever seen."

I laughed, the tension breaking. "Now you’re just being competitive."

"Always." He kissed my forehead. Soft and sweet, nothing like the heat from moments ago. "But mostly I’m being hopeful. That this party is the first of many. That we’ll do this every year, that someday"

"Don’t." I pressed my fingers to his lips. They were still damp. "Don’t hope too far ahead."

"Why not?"

"Because" I struggled for words. "Because hoping hurts when things fall apart."

"Then we won’t let things fall apart." He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my fingers. "We’ll fight for this, for us. For Noah. For the life we could have."

"You make it sound simple."

"It is simple." His eyes held mine. "I love you. You’re starting to trust me. We have a son who needs both of us. Everything else—we’ll figure it out."

"What about Marcus? And Vivian? And all the people trying to destroy us?"

"We’ll handle them." His voice turned fierce. His hand tightened on mine. "Together. Because that’s what we do now. We face things together." He pulled me back into his arms, this time just holding me. "Now come on, we have a party to plan. And I want to show you my backup-backup plan for entertainment."

"Do you have a backup-backup plan?"

"I have backups for my backups." He was completely serious. "This party will not fail."

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