Chapter 135

Brandon's POV

I felt my eyes widen slightly at June's unexpected observation. For a moment, I almost protested, but then caught myself, letting my expression shift into a smile.

"Cute, am I?" I murmured, my voice dropping lower.

She nodded, her breath hitching slightly as I stepped closer. My work was instantly forgotten as I stood, lifting her with me. "Let me show you just how much I appreciate that 'cute' remark," I whispered as I carried her toward our bedroom.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and I set June down gently on the edge of the bed. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and she looked up at me with a grin, her eyes sparkling with that teasing light I couldn't resist. Calling me cute—she knew exactly how to get under my skin.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Stark," I said, my voice low and warm as I brushed my fingers along her jaw. I tilted her chin up, leaning down until our noses nearly touched. June's lips quirked, her hands sliding up my chest. "Maybe I like dangerous," she murmured, her tone all honey and mischief. "Especially when it's you."

That was it—I was done for. I kissed her, slow and deep, savoring the way she melted into me. Her lips were soft and pliant, and a hum of satisfaction rumbled in my chest. In the quiet of our room, the world outside—the corporate battles and the heavy responsibilities—faded away.

We spent the night lost in each other, a whirlwind of shared heat and unspoken promises. Every touch was a celebration of the bond we had built, a deep and rhythmic connection that needed no crude words to be understood. I took my time, wanting her to feel every bit of the devotion I felt for her.

As the hours blurred together, the intensity of our connection only grew. It wasn't just about the physical closeness; it was the way she looked at me, with absolute trust and affection. When we finally collapsed together, tangled and exhausted, her head rested on my chest as our breathing evened out.

"Still think I'm cute?" I asked, brushing a kiss to her forehead.

June tilted her head up, her smile soft and sated. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But mostly... perfect."

"Good answer," I murmured, pulling her tighter against me. Work could wait. Right now, she was all I needed.