The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 268

In Zane's mind—or rather, in the toxic conditioning Jocelyn had left him with—intercourse was supposed to be a perpetual motion machine.

He lived by one brutally direct philosophy: make the woman finish.

As long as she was properly slick, the rest was purely a matter of his physical endurance.

Because of this, Zane in bed had zero finesse. It was all raw, unrelenting power.

Elara simply couldn't handle him like that.

She had never spent two consecutive nights at his place.

On the rare occasions they did it two days in a row, it was exceptional.

Because her body couldn't take the strain; the next day she would be sore all over, feeling like her bones had been shaken loose.

But today's rhythm—slowing down, pausing, savoring the friction—felt infinitely better.

Elara had been secretly keeping track of the time. Melting against his chest, she fumbled blindly for her phone on the leather seats. "You're perfectly fine," she whispered, breathless and entirely spent. "It's been over half an hour."

A deeply satisfied smile touched Zane's lips. She really did care about him.

"But I want to see you go crazy for me."

"Mhm, give me a minute, I'll go crazy in a bit," she purred lazily. "Do you want me to scratch your face up, or your back?"

Zane chuckled, holding the woman in his arms even tighter. "I'm so lucky to have you. Otherwise, I would have spent the rest of my life eating pills."

"For a ruthless billionaire, your foundational knowledge is shockingly narrow."

"True. I'll make sure to study up on the subject."

"Just don't drag me into your study sessions."

Zane laughed softly. "Deal."

Holding her close, a profound sense of contentment settled over him. "Was the first time you finished with me on my balcony?"

Elara shook her head. Zane raised an eyebrow. Had he completely misread the situation?

"It was during that business trip to Eastford."

In that hotel bathroom, she had practically thrown herself at him, but he had held back.

Realization dawned on Zane. "Using my hands doesn't count. But if we are counting hands, then—"

He clamped his mouth shut instantly, narrowly avoiding mentioning the disastrous night Caleb Mercer had tried to assault her.

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