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‘But then, doesn’t everyone?’ he added.
She jolted, her breath catching. Did he somehow know about Ruby? But, before the panic could take hold, he continued, ‘It’s what makes sex so exciting. Discovering a woman’s secrets, figuring out all the ways to make her ache, make her moan, make her beg.’
Her breath gushed out on a staggered sigh, but with relief came the heady kick of desire as his devious thumb trailed down to circle the tight bud of her nipple, hardening beneath the silk.
Sex. This was all just about sex to him. Nothing more.
‘Let me find out all your secrets, Lacey,’ he whispered, his breath warm against her neck as his fingers found the tab under her arm and tugged it down. The sibilant hum of the zip releasing was deafening. But not as deafening as her racing pulse.
‘I promise, not one of them will leave this suite,’ he added, the seductive tone beckoning her back into madness. ‘Just one night, that’s all I ask.’
‘Okay,’ she said, on a gasp of pleasure.
‘Good girl,’ he said.
The bodice released, the jewelled straps of the gown falling from her shoulders as he brushed them aside.
The city lights glittered in his gaze as it roamed over her, making him look saturnine, fierce.
‘Damn, you’re beautiful,’ he whispered.
His large hand covered the transparent lace of her bra, weighing her swollen breast in his palm. He bent his head to capture the stiff peak through the gossamer fabric.
She clasped his head, struggling to breathe now, struggling to stay upright, the warm, wet pressure so perfect, so right and yet not enough.
‘I... Please... I want...’ she stammered, holding his head, trying to drag him closer, to feel more, to feel it all.
‘Yeah, I know,’ he said, drawing back to scoop her off the floor with startling ease.
Her heart bounced in her chest as he strode into the next room with her cradled in his arms. The lavish bedroom had a large king-sized bed as its centrepiece. Through the patio doors, she could still see Paris’s iconic tower, like a spear of light in the darkness, but all she could feel was the need streaking through her body as he placed her on her feet.
He turned her towards the glass. Her lacy push-up bra released, and suddenly his hands were on her naked breasts, caressing, stroking, plucking at the damp nipples. She bowed back against him, unable to protest as he lifted her arm and draped it around his neck, his hands sliding down her sides, making shocking sensation riot over her skin.
He worked the gown from her hips until it fell in a pool of glittery silk at her feet. His lips feasted on her neck, making her ache, making her beg, just as he had promised.
‘Look at yourself, Lacey.’
Her eyelids fluttered open to see the decadent sight reflected in the glass. She stood naked—but for the swatch of transparent lace hiding the shadow of her sex. Her skin was so pale, her body somehow petite against the large, dark shape of him behind her.
His hands, captured, possessed, circling her breasts, making her buck and gasp.
‘You’re mine tonight, Lacey,’ he said, the words strained and darkly compelling. His fingers slid down to glide under the lace covering her sex and locate the slick folds. She bucked against his hold as he circled the epicentre of her need. Teasing, tempting.
‘Say it,’ he demanded.
‘Yes... I’m yours tonight,’ she said, throwing caution away in the desperate pursuit of pleasure as his sure, steady fingers continued to stroke, to torment.
‘Please, can you...?’ The need clogged in her lungs as she offered her breasts to him, brazenly begging for his caresses.
‘I want you to watch yourself, Lacey,’ he said.
She forced her eyelids open again, saw her yearning body writhe against his hold in the glass.
His clever fingers found the very heart of her pleasure. At last.
‘Come for me,’ he commanded, beckoning forth the staggering orgasm on a brutal wave of release.
She cried out, bowed back, bucking against his perfect touch. And the pleasure soared through her as he stroked her through the shattering climax.
