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“I…I need you to slow down… I’m too close.”
“That’s the entire point, beauty,” he says with a smile and a lift of one devilish eyebrow before returning to minister to my breasts. Hands groping, squeezing, tongue and fingers raking, nipping, and playing. It’s so much. It’s all so much.
“Here? In…in the car?”
He pops one nipple out of his mouth with a loud suctioning sound and looks up at me, brows raised in a question.
“Why not?”
A smile pulls at his smirking lips.
“Because I don’t want to ruin things for later…”
He backs me up against the door, his hand on my hip, his face over me. His expression is knowing and, most importantly, sober.
My heart squeezes.
“The only thing ruined tonight will be you. All of you. Utterly and completely and in all ways. By me.”
Pleasure and enticement wash over me like a pounding wave, and I feel the involuntary snap of my muscles.
My back arches, and I gasp. My release crashes over me, brought on by his godlike mouth.
Etienne curses and deepens his grip on my hips, holding me steady.
“Beauty, I wish you could see this. You’re beyond gorgeous when you come. So flushed and tight and present and…gods, I love to see you smile like that.”
“Etienne,” I gasp.
Slowly, respectfully, he drags me into his lap, my legs stretched crosswise over his. His two big arms circle my waist, stroking my spine up and down as I shiver.
Etienne joins our lips in a kiss.
It is warm and slow and dangerously intimate. Dangerous because a woman like me could mistake him for a real husband with this kind of kiss. He’s called me baby, wife, darling…and he means it.
We’re crossing lines and haven’t discussed anything. Is the divorce on or off?
But when Etienne brushes his lips against mine so sweetly, with the barest brush of tongue, I push all those questions aside.
I open to him, and he licks into my mouth, his tongue twining with mine.
The shivering orgasm recedes, and the well-being of losing myself in his kiss takes over. I melt against him and let Etienne have his way with my mouth.
By the time the car comes to a stop, I’m completely overheated.
Bless the driver; he pauses outside and waits for Etienne to open the door.
I can’t help but wonder if the driver is simply used to these sorts of antics in the car with Etienne.
But a part of me doesn’t care about any of that anymore.
Etienne is becoming the person he was always meant to be.
31
Etienne
“Leave your dress on. And your heels.”
