Chapter 69

• Nora’s POV
• I stirred awake, the soft sheets tangled around my body as the first rays of sunlight spilled through the glass walls of Stephen’s penthouse. My skin tingled as I stretched, the soreness a vivid reminder of the night before. Turning to lie on my back, I sighed and stared up at the ceiling, a small smile creeping across my face.
• For the first time in years, I had been touched by a man who seemed to know exactly what I needed. Every brush of his fingers, every whispered word from his lips, had left me breathless, getting fucked so good seemed to be just a fantasy until last night. Stephen Diaz wasn’t just a man—he was an experience, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever forget it.