Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 135

He didn’t speak. Just let the door fall shut behind me.

It was slow this time. Careful. His hands traced every inch of me like he was trying to memorize something, but when I kissed him, his restraint cracked.

He deepened the kiss instantly, fingers sliding up my spine like he needed to relearn the shape of me. “You don’t sleep anymore,” he said into my mouth.

“Neither do you,” I whispered. “So stop pretending this doesn’t help.”

He exhaled like it hurt, then lifted me easily, carrying me to the bed. His hands didn’t leave me for a second. “You’re still running too hot.”

“Then do something about it.”

I tugged his shirt over his head, dragging my teeth over the slope of his shoulder. He groaned, low and ragged, and shoved his pants down with a kind of impatience l hadn’t seen since the first night. I stripped myself bare and lay back, my pulse pounding in my ears.

“Look at me,” I said.

He did. Slowly. Like he was afraid of what he’d do if he let go.

“Do you want me slow or rough?””Yes.”

That cracked something in him. He crawled over me, one hand dragging up the inside of my thigh. “You’re already soaked.”

“‘Ive been soaked all day. Every time I think about your hands. Your voice. The way you looked at me in the council chamber.”

He kissed me like I’d challenged him, open-mouthed and hungry. His fingers slid through me and I moaned into his mouth, arching up. “Fuck, Richard. I need you. Please.”

He didn’t tease. He pushed inside with a slow, careful thrust, stretching me until I gasped. He caught the sound and swallowed it, moving with long, deep strokes that had me shaking almost immediately.

“You feel better every time,” he murmured, breathless.”

Like you were made for this.”

“Maybe I was,” I said, tightening my legs around him.

He cursed into my neck. “I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that.”

“Then make me come first.”

He did. Fingers working me in tight circles while he thrust into me slow and deep. I came with a startled cry, clenching around him, and he followed after only a few more thrusts, gasping my name like a prayer.We stayed tangled together long after, both of us too spent to move.

“I don’t think it’s over,” I said into the darkness.

He didn’t.

His hands gripped my waist. I pressed down hard, therhythm fast and reckless. My palm hit the window. The glass fogged under my breath. I barely swallowed the sound that tore from my throat when I came. His head dropped against the seatback, lips parted, eyes closed like he couldn’t believe this was happening. Like he didn’t want it to end either.

We didn’t speak the rest of the drive.

The next morning, the silence broke.

Nathan entered with a file and a frown. “One of David’s people made it past the east perimeter. Disguised as a trader. He’s been watching us.”

My stomach dropped. Richard swore under his breath.

I was already pulling up shift logs. Scanning for mistakes.

And I found one.

A name I didn’t recognize, logged in two days prior. Right when I’d been in his bed. Right when my brain had been too full of skin and breath and need to see clearly. I should have caught it. I had the access. I had the responsibility.