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“I share that cloud with Valor.”
“I know that, too. I texted him to let him know I’d left him a gift.”
Beneath him, I shuddered. I let him kiss me again, even though I probably shouldn’t have.
He rolled off me and handed me my coffee again.
“You need to be ready soon. I’ll leave so you can take a shower in peace. I’m sure you need one.” His self-assured wink was ridiculously sexy, and I rubbed my thighs together. If my body did somehow have an orgasm while I was sleeping, it was ready for another one.
But no, I needed to hurry, or I was going to be very late for the meeting with my agent.
I carried my coffee to the bathroom and caught sight of the bandage again. It almost looked like plastic wrap.
“Loïc, what on earth did you do to the inside of my hip?” I called from the bathroom. He appeared in the doorway smiling, as though he’d been waiting for the question.
“Just a small tattoo.” He held up his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart.
Aghast, I gawped at him.
“Don’t worry, my brother-in-law showed me how to do it safely. He tattoos my brother all the time.”
“Oh my god.” I picked at the edge of the bandage as he discouraged me, but he didn’t stop me from unwrapping it this time. The black ink looked stark against my freckled skin. In the mirror it was backward, but the elegantly looped script was clear.
LL
He’d fucking monogrammed me!
He wrapped his arms around me from behind and gave me an awkward, reassuring squeeze. “Just my initials,” he whispered in my ear. “I made them small and pretty, see?” He dragged his finger in a circle around the spot that felt the way raw hamburger probably would feel if it was still sentient. I shuddered as he nibbled on my earlobe. His hard cock was slotted against my spine. “I had to make sure people know you’re mine.”
I needed to be protesting, but his gaze in the mirror…his deep voice in my ear…my clit throbbed so hard my mind went completely blank.
His hand slipped down to the hem of my night shirt, then delved between my legs to toggle my clit hood piercing. He slid one of his long, elegant fingers into me and stroked my clit with this thumb. I whimpered.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
Mind? He could do this all day, and I would never mind.
Oh, the tattoo. Shit. Valor would be pissed, but it was too late now. I didn’t even have any other tattoos. It felt very taboo to have a man’s mark of ownership on me—especially when he wasn’t my husband.
“You should have asked first,” I admonished. There was no bite in the statement, though. He was keeping me far too distracted to think hard about it. His mouth was open against the back of my neck, his breath hot.
He groaned. “Such a mess I made in this pretty little cunt.”
I gasped, and my pussy twitched and fluttered around his finger. He really had fucked me—actually fucked me—while I was sleeping.
“Valor is going to be really angry.”
“What is it Americans say? You snooze, you lose? If anything, you should be angry withhimfor not marking you as his years ago.”
His gaze was wild, possessive. I looked to the mark of ownership he’d made in my flesh, and couldn’t help but squirm against his hand. Apparently, an absolute parade of red flags was totally my kink.
“You’re so toxic.” The accusation was breathy instead of cutting.
“Maybe, but only in the fun way.” He pulled his finger out of me, and before I could object to its loss, he sat me on the bathroom counter. “Are you sore?”
“Yes, and I don’t even remember any of it.”
Hetsked and crouched between my thighs. “You are red, poor thing. Can I kiss it better?”
