Ava woke up in Damon’s penthouse to the smell of fresh coffee and the soft hum of the city far below. Three months had passed since the chaotic launch night. Life had settled into a new rhythm. One filled with love, work success, and the slow healing of old wounds. She stretched lazily under the silk sheets. Her body still carried the pleasant ache from last night’s passion. Damon had taken his time with her. Worshipping every inch until she came apart multiple times under his skilled mouth and thick cock.He appeared in the doorway carrying two mugs. Shirtless in just gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. The sight never failed to make her pulse quicken. “Good morning beautiful,” he said. His voice was warm. He set the mugs down and crawled back into bed. Pulling her against his chest. “Sleep well?”“Barely,” she teased. Her fingers traced the hard lines of his abs. “Someone kept me up most of the night.”He chuckled. The sound vibrated through her. His hand slid down her bare b
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