I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF YOU.

HARRO.

As the morning of our third day in Germany unfolded, I couldn't help but acknowledge that this vacation had already surpassed all others. I had relinquished all work-related responsibilities, eager to spend quality time with my family. However, I was aware that Orion's circumstances differed from mine. Despite our leisurely surroundings, he remained committed to his professional obligations, fielding calls, responding to emails, and participating in virtual meetings.

I didn't mind his dedication to work, though. In fact, it added a thrilling dimension to our intimate moments. I delighted in secretly pleasuring him while he was engaged in calls, his struggle to stifle his moans a testament to his restraint. Witnessing his efforts to maintain composure was undeniably exhilarating.

I followed the staff member's directions, I made my way through the lush garden, the morning sun casting warm rays that felt almost mocking as my frustration simmered, I don't like it when I wake up and he's not in bed. I kept walking as the scent of blooming flowers filled the air, but I had no time to appreciate their beauty. My mind set on finding him, I get anxious when he's out of sight knowing that Azalea is waiting to snatch from me even though Orion has made it very clear to her that I was the only one he wanted but I still hate the fact that she thinks about him

As I approached the last bend, the sight that greeted me made my heart almost stop. There was Orion, sitting on a bench beneath a blooming tree, his eyes focused on an iPad in his hands. The way the sunlight danced across his features made him look ethereal, but I was still annoyed.

I walked closer, my voice laced with a mock annoyance, "You couldn't wait for me to wake up?"

He looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes before a slow smile curved his lips. "I thought I'd let you sleep in," he replied, the teasing quality in his voice belying the innocent intention.

My irritation faded as I took in the sight of him—messy hair, that casual yet alluring outfit, and the way the sunlight seemed to frame him perfectly. "Well, could you be more thoughtful next time and wait for me to kiss you good morning when I wake up?" I said, as I made my way and sat next to him.

Orion chuckled softly, a light blush creeping up his cheeks. "Anything you want, as long as that smile on your face never leaves" he said running his hand through my white hair as he pulled me in kissing me deeply and I lean into his mouth with a content smile.

Our dynamic had undergone a subtle yet profound shift. We now flirted with effortless ease, our banter flowing like a gentle stream. It was clear that he'd grown more comfortable with my candid expressions of desire, and he often responded in kind, his own longing evident in his words.

My feelings for him could no longer be denied. I was irrevocably in love with him. The seeds of my affection had been sown the moment I laid eyes on his photograph in the merger folder. His looks had initially captivated me, but as I delved deeper into his world, devouring every detail about him, my emotions had deepened.

It was a bold, selfish move and a huge gamble when I'd informed his father that I would only participate in the merger if Orion was at the helm. This decision had been motivated by my desire to be close to him, to bask in his presence. It was shameless and selfish of me considering I'd knowingly disregarded the chairman's persistent requests to meet, refusing every invitation, weeks prior.

I was utterly captivated by him, my fascination bordering on obsession. Initially, I thought that if I'd just slept with him once, that it would satiate my longing, allowing me to purge him from my system. But the moment our lips met in his luxurious penthouse that day, I knew I was irreparably entwined. One kiss, one touch, was no longer enough; I yearned for him in every way, always.

My desire was no longer mere lust, but a deep-seated longing to claim him as my own. Yet, I trembled at the thought of revealing my true intentions, fearing that I might inadvertently push him away. I was aware that his comfort with our intimate encounters didn't necessarily translate to a desire for a romantic relationship or public displays of affection.

Thus, I found myself torn between my ardent desire to make him mine and the risk of driving him away. How could I convey my feelings without startling him? Was it possible to entwine our hearts without suffocating him with my intensity?

My heart skipped a beat as our gazes intertwined, the air thickening with anticipation when he flicked my forehead playfully, the tension sparked, like a live wire humming with electricity.

"You're staring," he whispered, his voice husky with amusement. "Am I that handsome?" His teasing words danced across my skin as he leaned in, his lips barely grazing mine. The warmth emanating from his skin sent shivers down my spine.

His smirk broadened, eyes darkening with desire, as my gaze drifted to his lips. The space between us vibrated with unspoken longing, our lips inches apart, poised on the precipice of a kiss that promised to shatter the fragile calm between us.

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" he teased, his breath dancing across my lips as he playfully brushed them with his own. My craving for him intensified, and I pulled his face back to mine, our lips crashing together in a fervent kiss. My tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every inch, savoring the taste of him. The world around us melted away, and I didn't care that we were outside, our passion unchecked.

I pulled back, just enough to whisper, "I will never get enough of you." His words may have been meant in jest, but I took them to heart. My mind was consumed by him, every waking thought devoted to his captivating presence. I was enchanted by his entire being – his charm, his wit, his beauty.

Orion's whisper shattered the spellbinding hold he had on me, leaving me bereft and yearning for more. "We should go for breakfast," he murmured, his words snapping me back to reality. "I doubt your grandmother will excuse our absence again today." His hand extended, beckoning me to follow.

I groaned inwardly, reluctant to relinquish the intimacy of this moment. My true desires - to whisk him back to the room and fuck him - remained locked away, unspoken. Instead, I accepted his outstretched hand, allowing him to guide me toward the main house, the bright sunlight a harsh contrast to the warm, golden glow of garden

My grandmother's discerning gaze settled on us as we took our seats at the dining table. "I was starting to think you two were going to abandon us for breakfast again," she said, her voice tinged with gentle curiosity. "Are you still feeling the effects of jet lag?"

I fabricated a plausible excuse, attempting to deflect attention. "Sorry for the delay, Grandma. We had a pressing work matter to attend to." Azalea's stifled snort didn't escape my notice, and I shot her a cautionary glance, warning her to keep her thoughts to herself.

My grandmother's expression turned thoughtful. "You don't usually bring work with you when you visit. What's changed?" Her eyes, filled with concern, locked onto mine.

Azalea's whispered remark was barely audible, but its impact was palpable. "The change is sitting right there," she murmured, her gaze flicking toward Orion. I silenced her with a withering glare before turning to my grandmother, reassurance etched on my face.

"Nothing's changed, Grandma," I reassured her, attempting to downplay the situation. "We simply had a few pressing matters to attend to, and that's now been taken care of, right, Orion?" I directed the final part of my statement at him, my voice steady as I spoke, my hand drifted under the table, finding its way to his lap. The brief, stifled gasp that escaped his lips was music to my ears. My grandmother's puzzled expression was a fleeting concern, but she soon returned to her breakfast, none the wiser.

Azalea, however, was not so easily fooled. Her scowl deepened as she realized what was transpiring beneath the table, her eyes flashing with annoyance. A surge of possessiveness coursed through me as I smirked at her- he's mine, and I'd be damned if I let her have him.

My dad swept into the dining room, his thick French Canadian accent warm and familiar. "Ah, SJ, mon beau garçon! I haven't seen you in ages. How could you refuse meals with your old man twice in a row? Do you not love me anymore?" He kissed my cheeks, his eyes twinkling with teasing, before greeting the others.

As he turned to Orion, his expression transformed into a knowing glint. "SJ has always gotten what he wants since he was in diapers. Don't be afraid to say no to him once in a while, the boy is completely insatiable." Orion's face flushed a deep crimson as the words sank in, and I couldn't resist winking at him.

Orion pretended to focus on his breakfast, his silence speaking volumes. The rest of the breakfast was a lively affair, filled with discussions about Grandma's upcoming birthday party and other family matters. I made it a point to interrupt Azalea whenever she tried to engage Orion, staking my claim on him.

Orion seemed to grasp the subtext, deftly redirecting Azalea's questions to me, my dad, or Grandma. Our little game of cat and mouse went unnoticed by the others, but it added a delicious undercurrent to the morning. All in all, breakfast was a delightful, entertaining affair.