A small smile touched Damien’s lips.
“When we get back from this trip, you’re moving in with me.”
A sleepy chuckle escaped Maya.
“Love, I’m already here, am I not? We’re basically living together already.”
“Not here.” His arm tightened around her waist. “At my place. The penthouse.”
Maya let out a soft hum.
“What’s wrong with here?”
“Nothing.” Damien shook his head. “But this is my family’s home. There are too many eyes and ears around here.”
He rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his lips close enough that his warm breath brushed against her ear.
“I want to take you to my place, Love. Our place,” he murmured, his voice softening into a low, intimate register.
“It’ll just be the two of us. There’s more privacy there.”
A faint, wicked smirk touched his lips against her skin,
