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I woke up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore. For a few blissful seconds, I was still floating in that half-dream state, my body weightless, my mind hazy with sleep. Then, I shifted and every single muscle in my body screamed in exhaustion.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my thighs sore, my wrists faintly tingling where the silk had held me down hours ago. A slow, throbbing ache pulsed between my legs, reminding me who had put it there. My body flushed with heat as I slowly peeled my eyes open, my vision adjusting to the morning light streaming through the massive windows.

I was still in Legend’s bed—wrapped in soft ass, expensive sheets, my body naked beneath them and my limbs still heavy with exhaustion.

For a split second, panic tried to creep in because I had never done anything like this. Never had someone like Legend. Never let someone completely consume me the way he had. But as I inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth still lingering on my skin, that panic faded. Because I hadn’t just given in; I had wanted it and still did.

The sound of clinking dishes and the faint scent of cinnamon pulled me from my thoughts and I turned my head toward the open bedroom door.

Is this man cooking breakfast?

With a groan, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pulling the sheet around me, even though he’d already seen every damn inch of me. I padded barefoot toward the doorway, my curiosity winning over the ache in my muscles.

The second I stepped into the kitchen, I paused. Legend stood at the stove, shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. The man was a work of art. Thick forearms flexed as he stirred something in a pan, the scent of deliciousness filling the air, mixing with the rich steam of fresh coffee sitting on the counter.

I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling too warm, even though the only thing on my body was a stolen bedsheet. Legend must have sensed me watching because he glanced over his shoulder, that lazy, knowing smirk already forming on his lips.

“Morning, baby,”

he said, voice still thick with sleep, but smooth, controlled like he hadn’t just spent the night destroying me.

I shifted against the doorway, adjusting the sheet around me. “You cook?”

His smirk deepened. “You sound surprised.”

“I mean… yeah,”

I admitted. “You don’t exactly strike me as the domestic type.”

Legend chuckled, turning back to the stove. “Shit, I’m not but I know how to take care of a woman.”

A slow shiver ran down my spine at those last words. I cleared my throat, stepping into the kitchen and taking a seat in one of the stools at the island. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“I know.”

He slid a plate in front of me with cheesy eggs, crispy bacon, cinnamon rolls, and fresh fruit. My stomach growled as he turned to face me fully, his gaze dragging over my body, pausing where the sheet dipped low on my chest. “But after the night I gave you,”

he continued, leaning casually against the counter, crossing his arms, “I figured you’d need the fuel.”

Heat flared in my cheeks. I hated that he was right. I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to suppress the way my body responded to just the sight of him. “You do this for all the women you tie to your bed?”

I asked, trying to sound casual, unaffected as I reached for the steaming cup of coffee.

Legend’s smirk didn’t falter. “No.”

I lifted a brow. “So I’m... special?”

“Very.”

The way he said it—so direct, so absolute—made it believable. I took a slow sip of coffee, needing a distraction, needing to ground myself. “Eat,”

he ordered, “then we’ll talk about what comes next.”

I hesitated, my stomach twisting slightly at those last words. Because what the fuck was next? I took my first bite of food and hummed in satisfaction. Legend sat across from me eating his food and stealing glances at me like he was figuring out what to do with me.

I took another sip of coffee, letting the heat settle in my chest, even though it did nothing to quiet the unease buzzing in my head. Because reality was starting to creep back in. This wasn’t a normal morning after. There was no awkward tension and no question of where this was going because we already knew. This was temporary. A weekend. A business transaction wrapped in extreme pleasure. And yet, sitting before him, wrapped in his damn sheets and eating food he had made with his own hands had me thinking. Like maybe… just maybe we could...

“You’re thinking too much, Honey,”

Legend muttered, pulling me from my thoughts.

I blinked, my fork pausing midair. “Excuse me?”

He smirked slightly, fingers drumming lightly against the marble counter. “You’ve barely said a word. That mind of yours is working overtime.”

I exhaled through my nose, setting my fork down. “Well, forgive me for processing.”

He lifted a brow, his smirk deepening. “Processing what, sweetheart?”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like last night wasn’t…”

I trailed off, shaking my head, trying to find the right words.

Legend watched me closely, his fingers still tapping against the counter like he was letting me work through whatever storm of emotions was brewing inside me. Finally, he spoke. “Last night was exactly what it was supposed to be.”

I scoffed. “Oh? And what the fuck was that?”

He smirked. “Me showing you how good it feels to surrender.”

A slow heat curled in my stomach at his words, but I ignored it. Because this wasn’t about how good it had felt. It was about how effortless it had been to give in to him. How easy it was to let him pull me under. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. “So what now?”

Legend didn’t blink. “Now, we finish what we started.”

My breath caught because there was no hesitation in his voice. No gray area. No bullshit. Only certainty. “You really don’t expect me to last the whole weekend, do you?”

Legend smirked, going back to eating his food. “You will,”

he stated matter-of-factly.

I narrowed my eyes. “You’re that confident?”

He set his fork down, standing, rounding the island toward me, his pace slow, deliberate, teasing. “We had an agreement,”

he said smoothly, stopping right in front of me.

I tilted my head up, meeting his unwavering gaze and my pulse quickened. “And what makes you so sure I’ll last?”

He leaned down, gripping the edge of the island, his bare chest mere inches from my face, his scent—fresh soap and a woodsy cologne on his warm skin coiling around me like a trap. “Because,”

he murmured, his voice low, rough, devastating, “you like this shit more than you thought you would.”

A slow, involuntary shiver racked through me. His smirk deepened. “You like being tied down,”

he continued, his gravelly voice sinking into my bones, “helpless under my hands and these fucking toys.”

Heat flared hot and sharp between my thighs, my nails digging into my palms.

“You like the way I take control," he continued. I clenched my jaw, trying to steady my breathing, but Legend wasn’t having it. He reached for my chin, tilting it just enough to make me look him in the eye. “And what you like the most,”

he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip, “is that no matter how much I take from you, you still want more.”

My breath hitched. Because… fuck. He was right.

I could lie to myself, pretend this was just an experience, just a transaction. But the truth was—I wanted him to take more of me. I needed more. I licked my lips, my throat dry and my body already warming under his touch again. “Say it,”

he demanded, his voice pure dominance, full of unshakable command.

I swallowed. “Say what?”

“That you like it,”

he said, brushing his thumb slowly down my throat and then his fingers clasped around it. Not hurting me one bit. If anything, it turned me on more.

I exhaled, slow and measured, my lips parting slightly. “I like it.”

Legend hummed, pleased. Then he leaned in, his mouth a breath away from mine. “Good,”

he murmured. Standing there, he watched me, letting me feel every inch of his presence and the unspoken promise of more sitting heavy between us. Then, he pulled back, his fingers releasing from my throat as he straightened, stepping away like he hadn’t just turned my world upside down in the span of a few words. “Finish eating, sweetheart,”

he ordered, nodding toward my plate. “We got a long day ahead of us.”

I blinked up at him, my mind still cloudy, my pulse still uneven. “A long day?”

Legend smirked, leaning against the counter, crossing his thick, tattooed arms over his chest. “You didn’t think I was just gonna keep you tied to my bed all weekend, did you?”

“Honestly? I wasn’t sure.”

I had walked into this weekend thinking I knew exactly what I was getting into. Just sex. I had no idea. I picked up my fork, taking another bite, chewing slowly as I collected myself. “So, what’s the plan then?”

His smirk lingered as he reached for his coffee, taking a slow sip before answering. “We’re spending the day on my yacht.”

I nearly choked on my food. “Your what now?”

“My yacht,”

he repeated smoothly, setting his cup down. “The water’s perfect today. We’ll take it out and go for a swim.”

I stared at him, still processing that sentence like he hadn’t just casually mentioned owning a fucking yacht. I mean, it was obvious he was rich but yacht wealthy? Jesus. I cleared my throat, setting my fork down. “Okay. And then?”

Legend arched a brow like he was amused by my attempt to be composed. “Then we’ll talk more about your business.”

That threw me off. I tilted my head. “You… still want to talk about that?”

“C’mon. You think I offered to fund your company just to get you in my bed, Honey?”

I hesitated. Because, well… yeah. That’s exactly what I thought. I bit my lip, thoughtful. “So… you’re actually interested in my brand?”

Legend exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a smirk. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?”

His expression softened just slightly like he was seeing something in me that I wasn’t seeing myself. “You don’t belong in those rooms begging for money,”

he said, his voice smooth but firm, like an undeniable truth. “You’re tryna build something real, something that people need. You just needed the right person to back you.”

My stomach flipped. Because I had spent so much time fighting to be taken seriously, so much time convincing people that I belonged in this industry—that hearing him say it so casually like it was a fact, not a question… It did something to me.

I picked up my coffee, sipping slowly, trying to ground myself. “So, let me get this straight. We spend the day on your yacht, we talk business, then what?”

Legend’s slow, wicked grin made my thighs clench on instinct. “Then we come back here,”

he murmured, stepping forward just enough for his fingers to brush my bare knee under the sheet. I sucked in a sharp breath, heat crawling up my skin. “And after dinner,”

he continued, his fingers trailing up my thigh, teasing, not quite touching where I needed him to, “I’ll spend the rest of the night exploring your body again.”

My breath stuttered. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Legend’s eyes flicked up, watching my reaction, pleased with how easily he had me unraveling again. “Sound good to you?”

he questioned, his voice pure sex.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting slightly. “Yeah,”

I whispered. “Sounds good to me.”

He nodded. A satisfied smirk on his face was the last thing I saw before he turned and walked away, leaving me breathless and aching before the day had even started.