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She smiled slightly.

“What?”

“Not all men are like you, Grave.”

“Like me, how?”

“They don’t say those kinds of things.”

Unsure what to say, I continued to stare at her.

She sat there, legs crossed, hands on her lap. “We only have two weeks left.”

I tried not to think about the expiration date. Elise was a great distraction. A great lover. Even a great friend. I paid a fortune for her time, and I’d pay double that to keep this going.

“I don’t want it to end,” she whispered.

I stared at the side of her face, seeing the way her eyes glazed over like I wasn’t even there. “Neither do I.”

TWENTY-FIVE

ELISE

I said goodbye to my kids then got into the car Grave sent for me. After a short drive, I arrived at his Parisian apartment, escorted into the elevator before I arrived in his parlor. His butler was there to take my coat and offer a glass of champagne, even though it was just a Tuesday night. “Mr. Toussaint will be out shortly.” He dismissed himself and left me alone in the parlor with a tray of small appetizers and the bottle on ice. It all looked delicious, but I couldn’t eat a single thing, not this late in the evening.

I heard Grave’s angry voice from down the hallway but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Seemed to be on the phone with someone. I sipped my champagne and waited, his voice growing louder than flatlining.

This should be a fun evening.

He emerged into the hallway a moment later, in nothing but gray sweatpants low on his hips. His enormous torso was visible because he was shirtless, bulky and shredded at the same time. He was barefoot too, completing the sexy, I-don’t-give-a-fuck look. I was about to take another drink from my glass until my eyes became glued to his mass, seeing him move toward me like a bull shark in the deep ocean.

Couldn’t believe I was getting paid to sink my teeth into that.

His eyes locked to mine as he moved down the hallway and entered the parlor.

I finally let the champagne slide onto my tongue.

“Sweetheart.” His arm slid around my waist effortlessly, and with one big hand on my ass, he pulled me in for a kiss. A kiss that took the champagne right off my lips. He had to angle his body down to meet mine as he stood over six feet, and even my heels couldn’t compete.

I hadn’t expected that kind of affection, and I literally felt weak in the knees. My glass almost tumbled out of my loose fingers and shattered on his thin rug.

He gave my ass another squeeze before he pulled away.

My lips felt cold the second he was gone, and like waking up from a dream, I forgot my reality.

“Let me get dressed.”

As in, put more clothes on? “Uh, why?” I blurted.

His eyes shifted back and forth between mine before a handsome smirk moved into his face. “We’re going out.”

“Must we?”

The smirk turned into a full smile, and it was the first time I’d ever seen it. He was always quiet and brooding, a living statue that could say a couple words. It was a nice look on him, a beam of sunshine in his shadow. “What did you have in mind?”

I set the glass down and gave his body a shove.

He fell into the armchair behind him, his smirk long gone now.

I hiked up my dress and straddled his hips. His bottoms were pulled down, and my panties were yanked to the side. Anxiously, we came together, both of us releasing a pleasurable moan at the same time. His butler would probably walk in at some point, but I didn’t care what he saw.

My little body sheathed his big dick, and it hurt so good. We were near the windows, the skyline of Paris visible behind us. It was hard for both of us to fit in that little chair, especially him, but we made it work. Up and down, I moved, moaning every time I took that dick inside me.

He gripped my hips and ass as he followed my pace, his eyes focused on mine, his dick rock hard as if he liked everything I was doing. He grabbed the strap of my dress and yanked it over my shoulder, stretching the fabric so he could get one of my tits out. Then his mouth was on me, kissing my collarbone and shoulder, his big hands tugging me inside him over and over. We turned into animals, grasping and pulling on whatever we could find. My hips hooked around his neck, and I kissed him as I felt the fire between my legs. He felt so damn good, so much better than anyone else ever had. With quivering lips, I came. My hips bucked, my nails clawed, my eyes shed tears…it all happened in a rush of feeling. “Grave…”

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