BILLIONAIRE'S UNINTENDED BRIDE

Chapter 38: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 38: Home Sweet Home

Dawn's first light spilled through the sheer curtains, bathing the room in a soft, ethereal glow. The sheets, twisted and tousled from our night of unbridled passion, held the lingering scent of desire – a heady reminder of the intimacy we'd shared. As I stirred, Luke was already up, moving with a grace that seemed to defy the early hour. He carried a tray heavy with the scents of rich coffee and buttery scrambled eggs, the fresh aroma mingling with the morning air.

He settled the tray on the bed with a flourish, his smile carrying the promise of a new day. "Good morning, beautiful," he said, his voice a low caress that seemed to stroke my skin.

I reached for the coffee, feeling the warmth of the mug seep into my hands. "You're spoiling me," I teased, my lips curling around the rim of the cup.

He chuckled, the sound deep and inviting. "Only the best for my wife," he said, leaning in to offer me a strawberry. His fingers brushed mine, sending a shiver up my arm. The fruit was sweet against my tongue, but not as sweet as the look in his eyes.

I caught a flicker of something more serious in his gaze as he played with a strawberry, rolling it between his fingers. "I've been thinking," he started, pausing as if choosing his words carefully. "Would you move in with me? We could learn so much more about each other that way."

His question hung in the air, laced with hope and a hint of uncertainty. "Isn't that moving a bit fast?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat at the thought.

He sighed, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I know it's sudden, but we've already taken some pretty big steps. We're married, after all. I think it's the next logical move."

I let his words sink in, feeling the weight of the decision. His eyes never left mine, shimmering with a mix of eagerness and vulnerability. "Okay," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'll move in with you."

The look of surprise and elation that crossed his face was priceless. "Really? That's fantastic because your stuff... it's already on its way here this afternoon."

I playfully hit his shoulder, laughing. "You were that sure of my answer?"

His infamous devilish grin spread across his face. "Confidence, yes. But if you'd said no, I had a backup plan. I was ready to turn the entire building into our personal playground."

I raised an eyebrow, amused yet astounded by his audacity. "You wouldn't dare."

"Emily, when I want something, I make it happen," he replied, his tone a mix of jest and earnestness. "It's my building. I could have easily made the arrangements."

I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "You're impossible, Mr. Confident. What made you so sure you had me?"

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, "Because you said 'I do', and now you're all mine." He playfully snatched the strawberry from my hand and sealed his words with a kiss that stole my breath away.

"Well, Mr. Confident, your arrogance suits you," I said, my voice a teasing lilt.

After a moment of comfortable silence, I added, "At work, let's keep our distance. Separate arrivals, lunches... We need to be careful."

He sighed, the playful glint in his eyes dimming slightly. "I hate the idea of hiding, but I understand. For your sake, I'll play along. But I can't compromise on lunch with my wife. It's non-negotiable."

"But if we're seen leaving together every day, people will start talking," I pointed out, the pragmatist in me voicing concerns.

He smiled, a hint of triumph in his eyes. "I've already thought of that. The rooftop's been transformed into a private penthouse. Our little escape from the world."

I was taken aback. "How did you manage that so quickly?"

"With the right resources, anything is possible," he said, a twinkle in his eye.

"So, you had all this planned?"

He nodded, his gaze deep and intense, as if he could see into the very heart of me. "I want you in every possible way, Emily. And if a secret penthouse is what it takes for our lunchtime rendezvous, then so be it."

His words, brimming with determination and desire, sent a thrill spiraling through me. "You never cease to amaze me, Mr. Luke," I said, my laughter mingling with a sense of wonder, as the reality of our secret world began to sink in.

He smiled genuinely, a softness touching his usually sharp features. "Thank you, Emily. That means more to me than you know." He leaned in, his kiss slow and passionate, a tender contrast to the fervor of last night. As his lips brushed my forehead, it felt like a promise of countless secret rendezvous yet to come. "I've got to go, but I can't wait to see you at the office, Mrs. Walton."

"And I, you, Mr. Walton," I replied, my heart fluttering at the thought of our discreet encounters amidst the daily grind.

I watched him as he adjusted his suit jacket and cufflinks with meticulous precision, each movement a testament to the controlled persona he presented to the world. There was an electric anticipation in the air, a delicious sense of what the day would bring. This man, a model of composure and poise in the public eye, transformed into a whirlwind of passion in private, a tempest that I had come to crave and cherish in its most fervent and unrestrained form.

With a final smoldering look that promised more secret moments in the days ahead, Luke stepped out for his meeting. The soft click of the door as it closed behind him left the room in a quiet that was far from silent.