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He moved his mouth back and forth—one breast, then the other. He made me ache and itch and squirm, my cries getting louder and more plaintive the longer he tortured my poor, eventually sore nipples.
When I was impatient for more, he stood me between his knees and stripped my dress the rest of the way off, then removed my heels.
I stole another glance at my husband, hoping this was okay with him—wanting to know if it wasn’t. I couldn’t read his expression for once. Torn maybe? Or was that just wishful thinking on my part?
Was it terrible that I wanted him to regret letting another man touch me?
When I turned my attention back to Loïc, his gaze was roaming over me, lingering on my face, my eyes, my lips. He stroked the column of my throat with a gentle hand.
“You’re very beautiful,” he murmured low enough that I doubted Valor could hear from where he sat.
I felt a blush heat my face and neck.
“Your husband is a fool for sharing you. If you were mine, I’d lock you away.”
What?
He pushed off his vest. Before that, I hadn’t noticed the scars. There were several, as though he’d been through some shit. It probably wasn’t polite to ask a one-night stand what had happened to him.
If anything, the scars made him hotter. More dangerous.
His body looked like it had been sculpted by a meticulous artist who spent half of his time gazing longingly at his own creation. Every bulge and angle and curve was perfect—lean, but a true work of art. He wasn’t bulky enough to be a serious bodybuilder, but he was so appealing to the eye that I was lost, trying to decide if I should be admiring his face or the parts of him that held it up.
“Do you wax your chest?” Valor didn’t. Loïc’s was perfectly smooth, without a hint of stubble.
His mouth quirked. “No. I can’t seem to grow chest hair. Does that make me hideous?”
As if anything could?
I laughed, and his eyes lit with shared amusement.
He sat back on the sofa and patted his lap. Shaking, I perched on his hard thigh, feeling small and exposed.
“Before we go any further, you need to tell me if this is what you really want.” He gave me a wicked smile. It was a good thing I was already sitting down because my knees felt like they were made of water. “Has this gone far enough? Should I leave so you can be alone with your husband?”
I should have looked over at Valor to see what he wanted me to do, but Loïc’s uncanny eyes had arrested me, and I couldn’t look away.
“Don’t even think of looking at him. Tell me whatyouwant.”
“I…” My voice faltered. I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. I’d never needed to ask—Valor always knew. He always gave me what I wanted in bed before I even knew I wanted it.
I fumbled with his belt buckle.
His hand covered mine, gently stopping me. “First you need to ask for what you want, and then I’ll decide whether you’re getting it.”
A jolt of pure lust ran through my bones, along with the desire to hide from his eyes. He kept my chin up and made me meet his gaze.
“Use your words.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted hesitantly, watching his expression, not sure if I was saying what he wanted me to say. What if he didn’t want this at all? Was he really just agreeing to protect me? “And can you be in charge? I’m not an in-charge kind of girl.”
The desire in his eyes put my conscience at ease, at least where he was concerned. He wasn’t simply doing this out of the goodness of his heart.
“Do you like it rough?”
A thrill of apprehension stole through me. “Yes,” I breathed. “Not too rough though. No maiming or anything.”
“Do you want a safeword?”
