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“So, I took that sign as permission to do some light stalking.” His dark smile was sin personified. “Valor seemed pleased to see me, at least.”
“I’m happy to see you, too, of course.” I swallowed, feeling my nipples tightening against the towel’s fabric. “I was just surprised. Um…so, where are we going?” I backed a step. “Dinner? A bar? It’ll take me twominutes to throw clothes on.”
Neither of them answered me for a long moment. This wasn’t a social visit. My stomach knotted—they’d discussed what was going to happen tonight, and Valor had deliberately left me in the dark.
“Come here.” Valor held out a hand, and damn him, my pussy twitched. He was doing this to me again, but this time without warning. It was hot, but it was making my head spin.
“Valor…” Our eyes met, and his held the command I knew would be there. “Sir.”
“Are you going to make me ask again?”
I lowered my head and skulked over to him. When I reached where he was sitting, he pried my fingers from the towel and tossed it aside. He sat me on his lap, wrapping an arm around my nude body as though I might bolt. It probably would have been a smart move on my part.
I glanced at Loïc from under my lashes. He devoured me with his gaze.
Valor loved showing me off almost as much as it embarrassed me.
“He’s here because he wants to touch you again.”
I met Loïc’s gaze. He didn’t refute it.
“What about you?” I demanded. “He’s not planning to touch you again, too?”
“No. This is about you.”
“Oh.”
Valor cupped my breast, rolling my already hard nipple and tugging at the ring through it. I exhaled a short, sharp breath. Did he feel the evidence of my desire already seeping into his pantleg?
“Go offer yourself to him.”
“Sir?”
“You heard me, Nymph.”
I rose from his lap and went from his chair to the couch where Loïc had so artfully draped himself. He was like a big cat, all grace and half-lidded eyes, ready to make a meal out of me.
“I—my husband—” I stammered, not sure what to say.
He caught my wrist and pulled me into his lap. “May I kiss you?”
I remembered the feel of his lips on mine with a thrill of exhilaration, and my gaze moved to his mouth. “Yes.”
He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, more of a tickling caress than a kiss. I exhaled a shaking breath, glad I’d brushed my teeth.
“Such beauty,” Loïc said reverently. “When I left that hotel room, I’d thought I’d never see you again, and I was torn.”
“Torn?” I repeated quietly, falling into the liquid silver of his eyes.
“It’s my lot in life to covet what can never be mine.” He smiled sadly.
“You don’t even know me.”
“And yet, I know enough to start an unhealthy obsession.” He trailed fingers down the side of my neck, making me gasp against his mouth. “Your wit and your laugh have been on my mind. My tongue misses your taste. I know how you feel when your pretty pussy grips my cock.” He kissed me again, this time rubbing his lips back and forth over mine. He traced the seam of my lips with his tongue then retreated, and my pussy complained about being left out. “I couldn’t sleep last night because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’m married.”
“And yet, your husband has sent you to me naked and wanting.” His hand was on my thigh. “Spread your legs for me,ma jolie. Let me see your pretty piercing.”
