[Noah's POV]

It was supposed to be perfect. A victory lap.

The adrenaline of the race, the high-speed chase, and the woman currently sprawled across my silk sheets—it had all been a symphony of chaos that I conducted perfectly.

I stood by the window, buttoning my fresh shirt, glancing back at the bed. Elena was asleep, her hair a golden mess on the pillow, one bare shoulder exposed.

I never let women stay in my bed. I never let them sleep over. It was a rule written in stone.

But last night... after the way she had yielded to me on the bike, taking every inch of me while the...