Spoiled By My Nine Beast Husbands (Emma Tibarn) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Heatwave at Noon

“Emma, help me.”

Before she could even process what he meant, Lucien’s arms closed around her waist. In one effortless motion, he lifted her onto his desk.

Then his lips claimed hers.

Papers went flying, fluttering across the floor like startled birds.

Her thoughts scrambled into static. The world spun.

Wait, how did “help me” turn into “kiss me senseless“? What the hell, Lucien?

The air in the study grew thick and hot, the space shrinking around them until all she could hear was her heartbeat.

Lucien’s lips traced a slow path down the side of her neck, every touch deliberate, almost

torturous.

“Emma… I’m burning up…” His voice dropped low, rough with heat.

He caught her hand, pressing it to the buttons of his jacket. “Undo them for me. Please.”

Her breath caught. Her fingertips brushed cool metal. One button came loose–then another- until the silver–gray jacket slipped to the floor. The soft shirt beneath followed, baring the solid lines of his chest.

Her hand hesitated, resting against his stomach. His skin was warm, firm beneath her palm. The contact drew a low sound from his throat–a sound that made her shiver.

“Mmm…”

Lucien drew her near, eager to breathe in her scent. It was intoxicating–both wild and sweet. Emma was still inexperienced with such intimacy. She was curious, yes, but her shyness prevented her from going too far.

There were still things she hadn’t learned and hadn’t even dared to imagine.

He knew he couldn’t rush her; doing so might cause her to shut him out entirely next time.

Lucien took a deep breath, steadied himself, and lifted her once more. He carefully carried her to the couch by the window–his favorite reading spot–and gently set her down.

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With a small flick of his ability, their clothes lifted from the floor and settled over her. He leaned in close, his breath grazing her ear before his teeth lightly brushed her earlobe.

“Wait for me, just a minute,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back.”

Her face blushed deeply, a warm and inviting color that nearly made his self–control seem heroic.

Lucien had no clue how much restraint was needed to walk away.

“Go on…” she whispered, almost trembling.

She knew exactly what he was about to do, and her pulse fluttered like crazy.

He took one final, gentle kiss before finally stepping away.

Emma stayed curled in her cozy nest of cushions, her fingers tugging at her torn clothes as her eyes drifted to the silver–gray uniform Lucien had left behind. Her heart continued racing.

She thought, Lucien is the quiet one–always appearing calm and composed, as if nothing can unsettle him. Yet, in some ways, he’s surprisingly dangerous.

Silas flirts like he’s being paid for it. Edric and Corvin? Please. They act smooth, but they’re still splashing around in the kiddie pool.

Lucien doesn’t need the words or the act. He’s the storm right before it hits–the man who looks perfectly in control until the second he isn’t.

Emma let out a shaky laugh and forced herself to breathe. The clothes were unsalvageable, so she pulled a clean outfit from her storage band and changed quickly. The ruined pieces were put in the corner, while Lucien’s uniform was folded neatly and placed on the side table.

Just as she straightened, her lightcore chimed.

Laura’s face popped up on–screen, surrounded by thick forest greenery. She looked like she’d been hunting–her hair messy, her hands stained with herbs. A broad–shouldered male had an arm around her waist.

“Emma! It’s been forever. Miss me?” Laura asked.

Emma leaned back on the red couch, the bookshelf behind her stuffed with Lucien’s favorites. She smiled and replied, “Of course, I miss you. I think about you every night. If I could teleport, I would be there instantly.”

Laura laughed, eyes crinkling with joy. “You always know how to cheer me up.”

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