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I slid her nightgown up and tossed it over her shoulder, exposing her pink, coin-like nipples.
Wretchedly gorgeous.
Wickedly innocent.
Irrevocably mine.
After she was completely exposed to me, I took off my shoes, socks, dress pants, blazer, and dress shirt until I remained with nothing but my black Armani briefs.
Another thing I didn’t do often—get naked in front of a woman. Sex wasn’t indulgent. For me, it was an outlet.
I rarely fucked my flings in a bed, opting for quickies, and even when I did, it usually didn’t last past my climax.
Nemesis stared at my hard-on through my briefs, curiosity and dread swimming in her cerulean eyes.
“Do you want to see it?”
She nodded, blushing.
Something inside me burned hot.
“Would you like to see all of me? You will not have to touch me. Tonight’s all about you.”
She swallowed, biting the corner of her lower lip. Carefully, I took down my briefs, standing completely naked in front of her.
I couldn’t remember the last time that happened and tried reason with myself that the concept of marrying someone forced you into lowering your walls, but that didn’t mean they were going to be broken.
There was going to be a lot of bathroom and Jacuzzi and shower and mirror sex in the years to come. It made no difference if she saw me naked today, tomorrow, or in a month.
I joined her in her bed and settled between her legs, cupping her cheeks.
I lowered myself down to her and kissed her, gently at first, before squeezing her jaw open, wrestling my tongue against hers, licking the corners of her mouth and sucking her lower lip the way that drove her crazy.
Her muscle memory kicked in instantly, and she remembered all the times before last night. She moaned, responding to my peace offering by removing her hands from the headboard and tracing my jaw with her fingers.
I took her wrists and placed her hands back on the headboard.
“Patience, Nem, is a virtue.”
“Which I don’t have.” She momentarily forgot that she was mad at me, grinning like the sweet teenager she was.
“Which you’ll have to learn, being the wife of a senator.” I chucked her under the chin—that was my MO—then kissed her again with more abandon, and passion, and fury.
She gave in to me completely, and I trailed my kisses down her neck and between her breasts, before taking one of her nipples and sucking it into my mouth. It pebbled between my teeth, and I tugged at it softly enough not to scare her, but her body still jerked in fear.
I moved to the other nipple, rubbing the one I’d just sucked with my thumb, and when she braced herself for the same treatment, I licked a pattern around it, blowing cold air on the sensitive, wet skin.
She shuddered against me, another groan slipping past her lips.
Francesca was a tentative woman, and I had no doubt, despite the poor introduction I’d given her to sex, she would be a fast learner.
I slid my tongue down the center of her chest, dipping it inside her navel, then began to trace wet kisses on her inner thighs and just above her slit.
I knew by the patches of faded dry blood marking her thighs that she’d yet to take a shower since yesterday.
It seemed fitting that I would lick her better, tasting my own semen on her skin, knowing that it was awfully unhygienic, but that I couldn’t ask her to shower. Not for me.
She groaned, thrusting her groin into my face, her knuckles whitening with the strain it put her under not to touch me.
