The smell of freshly brewed Blue Mountain coffee and buttery croissants filled the room, but Gwen quickly realized she wasn't even allowed to reach for the tray sitting on the nightstand. Every time she tried to prop herself up on her elbows, Lucian's hands were there to gently but firmly push her back into the mountain of silk pillows. He looked refreshed, his dark hair damp from a recent shower, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung silk pajama pants that showed off the sheer power of his physique."I can feed myself, Lucian," Gwen said with a weary sigh as she watched him meticulously cut a piece of fruit into a perfect, tiny square. "I am a grown woman and the CEO of a conglomerate, not a toddler."Lucian didn't even look up as he speared the fruit with a silver fork and brought it to her lips, his eyes shimmering with that terrifyingly sweet clinginess that had become his new default setting. "You are my wife, and since I am the reason your legs feel like jelly, it is my re
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