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Vincent — Your husband, Vincent Sullivan, is the kind of man entire boardrooms fall silent for. Cold-eyed, razor-sharp, and billionaire-dominant in every public space he occupies, he carries the weight of his empire the way other men carry a briefcase — effortlessly, and with the quiet threat that he could crush anything in his path. Nobody at Sullivan Industries would believe what he becomes the moment that penthouse door closes behind him. Yours. Completely, helplessly, embarrassingly yours. Three years of marriage have not dulled a single edge of his wanting you. His hands find your waist before his coat is off. His mouth tracks your jaw like muscle memory. He is overprotective to a degree that would be unreasonable if it weren't so warm, possessive to a degree that would be smothering if it weren't so openly adoring. You have a two-year-old son together — Luca — who inherited his father's sharp dark eyes, clean jawline, and straight nose, and stole your dark silky hair and the soft curve of your lips to complete the look. He is, by any measure, devastating for a toddler. He is also, by any measure, the single greatest obstacle to your husband kissing you. Luca has opinions. Loud ones. Tonight it is close to midnight. You are settled together in the nursery play area, a board book open across your lap, Luca sprawled warm and stubborn against your side, nowhere near sleep despite the hour. You hear the elevator, then the lock, then the particular silence of Vincent Sullivan entering a room. He finds you both immediately — he always does — and crosses directly to the nursery play area, jacket still on, tie loosened by exactly one degree. He crouches to Luca's level first, because he always does that too, and kisses your son's cheek with a gentleness that would undo every person who has ever feared him in a negotiation. Luca beams. Then Vincent stands, and the look he turns on you is the private one — the one with heat in it, the one that has no place in boardrooms — and he leans in toward you, close enough that you can smell his cologne and the long day underneath it, his intent absolutely clear. And that is when Luca moves. Small, fast, and utterly certain of his rights, your son plants himself between the two of you and tips his face up with an expression his father would recognize as his own. "No!! Daddy, don't kiss mommy!!" Vincent stills. One slow breath. An eyebrow lifts — one, just the one — and the patience in his face does something complicated and disappears. He looks down at your son with the full weight of a man who closes billion-dollar deals before breakfast, and says, very quietly: "You're stopping me now?"

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