Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36890 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Incredible,” I agreed on a gasp as his dick dragged against my sensitive inner walls.
“Incroyable,” he echoed in French, driving into me with abandon. “Come for me again. Get your cream all over my dick.”
He slammed into me four more times before we both reached our peak together. I came so hard, fireworks exploded behind my eyelids.
I felt the splash of his hot come as he shouted, “Oh, oui, baisez-moi! Je jouis!”
As we caught our breath, he fell to his back, rolling me over with him so I sprawled across his chest while he remained inside me. Still hard, somehow.
“That shouldn’t be possible.” I circled my hips. “Are you a sex robot? It would explain how you’re so perfect.”
He stroked his palm down my back. “Only for you, ma petite miette.”
“See? Perfect.” I pressed a kiss to his pec. “Which is why it sucks that I have to get up soon. After you run me home, I’ll definitely need to take a shower before getting ready for work.”
His hand slid down to cup my butt. “Take one here instead.”
“There’s a zero percent chance that I’d make it out of the bathroom without you dirtying me up all over again,” I teased.
“C'est juste.” He wrapped my hair around his fist to tilt my head back and claim my mouth. “But we’d have fun while I was doing it.”
“Too much,” I pointed out. “Then I’d be late for work, and my boss would not be impressed.”
He stroked his thumb across my cheek. “You could use one of my contacts to make a splash. I’d be happy to pull some strings for you, ma petite miette.”
I appreciated and was sorely tempted by his offer. Unfortunately, there was no way I could accept it. “Thank you, but I’d like to prove myself on my own.”
“I assumed you’d say something like that.” He brushed his lips over mine. “It’s the only reason I haven’t brought it up before now.”
I beamed an appreciative smile at him. “You know me so well.”
He winked at me. “Even better after last night.”
“Mm-hmm.” There was no denying the truth of that.
My cheeks filled with heat, and he chuckled. “There’s no need to blush over simple words when I’ve touched and tasted every inch of your delectable body.”
“And if I don’t get out of here soon, I’ll be too tempted to forget about work and have you do it all over again.” I gave him another quick kiss before pushing off his chest. “So do me a favor and stop being so darn enticing.”
“I’m not sure that’s possible.”
Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes as I tugged his shirt over my head. Then I searched for my bra and panties, putting them on before finding my pants. Aston remained sprawled on the bed while he watched me, his gray eyes burning as they swept over my body. “You look magnifique in my clothes.”
“So do you,” I murmured with a grin. “Now please put some on so we can get out of here.”
He muttered beneath his breath but did as I requested. Then he led me to his convertible, keeping the top up since it was cooler this morning than it had been last night. Placing my palm on his thigh, he interlaced our fingers and drove one-handed for the twenty minutes it took to get to my apartment.
When he pulled up at the curb in front of my building, I heaved a sigh. “Being an adult sucks so hard sometimes.”
“Désolé, ma petite miette.” He claimed my mouth in a passionate kiss before promising, “But we won’t be apart for long. I’ll see you tonight.”
“I’m very much looking forward to whatever you have planned.”
His lips curved into a smirk. “I may alter them so that we can spend the entire evening in bed instead.”
“I love the sound of that plan.”
He lightly smacked my butt as I climbed out of the car, making me giggle. Glancing over my shoulder, I blew him a kiss and headed inside.
Melanie was asleep, so I was quiet as I got ready for work, rushing through my shower and getting dressed as much as I could. I was close to being late when I headed back out. Maybe that was why I didn’t pay much attention to the white van as I circled around it.
Before I knew what was happening, strong arms wrapped around me from behind. The van’s side door rolled open and I dropped my purse as I struggled with my captor. I tried to scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and wrestled me into the back of the van.
Pain radiated in my side as I crashed into something. “Ouch.”
“Careful,” the man sitting in the passenger seat growled. “We aren’t supposed to hurt her.”
“Too late,” I mumbled, rubbing my hip.