Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Her cries were muffled because of how she was folded, her hands grabbing on to my arm and shoulder, whatever she could latch on to as she took the pounding of a lifetime. Then she took the bomb out of the cannon, the mound of come I’d been wanting to give her since the last load.
“You love my come, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes.” She hooked her legs around me and squeezed, locking her ankles together at the top of my waist so I couldn’t leave. “I want more.”
My dick was still hard even though I’d found my release. That didn’t happen a lot, but with her, it seemed to happen almost every time, like my dick didn’t get the memo that the fire was over. “Then beg for it.” I started to grind into her, but moved slowly, feeling our slickness slide past each other.
“Please…” She cupped the back of my neck and brought me close, kissing me hard on the mouth. “Bastien, please make me come again.” She didn’t shy away from my commands—like she wanted to beg. Like she loved all this dirty talk. Like she wanted me to spank her until she couldn’t sit.
I started to rock into her again, moving fast, burrowing her into the corner of the couch.
She stroked my jawline before she caressed my bottom lip with her thumb, touching me like she wanted every part of me but couldn’t have it all at the same time. “Yes…like that.”
Chapter 11
Fleur
When I woke up, I was in his bed, but I couldn’t remember how I got there. The last memory I had was of us together on the couch, lying there as the fire burned low. He’d pulled a blanket over me that had been over the back of the couch to keep me warm.
He must have carried me to bed at some point.
The mattress was soft, the sheets were like silk, and it was warm. I reached for him beside me, but realized I was alone. The curtains were closed over the window, and when I glanced at the clock on his nightstand, I saw it was noon.
I lay there for a while because his bed was just so damn comfortable. I hoped I hadn’t overstayed my welcome by sleeping over. Maybe I should have just taken a taxi home. Didn’t want to put pressure on something that was supposed to be casual.
My phone was on the nightstand, so he must have put it there. When I checked my messages, I saw that some of my friends wanted to get together, no doubt to tell me that leaving Adrien was a big mistake. Even if he did cheat, his mistress was on the street and I was in the palace, so what did it matter?
It mattered to me.
I finally got up and peed in his bathroom, and when I stepped back into the bedroom, I saw that the curtains were open because he’d joined me. His back was to me from where he stood by the window, wearing workout shorts and sneakers, his entire back ripped and flexed from his workout. He turned to look at me, stopping to give me a once-over because I was still naked.
I stared at him just as hard because his skin was red and his muscles were plump, probably from lifting trucks and buildings. He had a shake in his hand, probably a recovery drink full of a shit-ton of protein. “Morning.”
“Morning.” He took another drink before he capped it and set it on the dresser. He walked over to me and bent his neck down to kiss me as he squeezed my lower back. “Breakfast will be here in a couple minutes. I’m gonna shower.”
“Breakfast?”
“Yeah. Hungry?”
“I mean…I’m always hungry for pancakes.”
He smirked before he walked into the bathroom. He showered, and I fixed myself up, washing away the smeared makeup that made me look like I had two black eyes. I didn’t want to wear my skirt and my skintight top during breakfast, so I took one of his shirts and put on the pair of socks he’d taken off the night before. They stretched all the way to my knees, black like the shirt that fit me like a loose blanket.
Gerard had set the table in the other room. It was overcast and a little windy, so we didn’t sit on the terrace. I took a seat before Bastien, who was putting on some clothes in his bedroom. I’d just poured myself a cup of coffee when my phone lit up with a text message from Adrien.
I need to speak with you.
Just seeing his name on the screen pissed me off. I was having a beautiful morning with a gorgeous man who gave out orgasms like candy on Halloween—and the last thing I wanted to do was think about the man who wasted my goddamn time. Fuck off.