Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
She exhaled sharply, as if I had just stolen whatever final resistance she had left.
And then. . .she nodded.
“Yes?”
She let out a slow breath. “Yes. Come to California with me.”
The second the words left her lips, something inside me snapped.
Not in rage.
Not in desperation.
But in relief.
Yes. Yes.
She was mine.
Not just in this moment, not just in the heat of the night, but beyond. A future had just been cemented between us, one she might not even fully understand yet.
But I did.
California.
Paris.
The Arctic.
Hell itself—I would follow her anywhere.
And now she knew it.
I swallowed the rush of possessiveness, let it coil low in my gut, let it fuel me, because fuck—she had no idea what she’d just unleashed.
I cupped her jaw, tilting her head up, memorizing the look in her eyes.
Wide.
Heated.
Soft with something dangerously close to devotion.
Mon dieu.
I could drown in her.
But not yet.
Not before I gave her something to remember before we ever set foot on that plane tomorrow.
I smirked and ran my thumb over her lips, pressing just enough to feel the heat of her breath. “Turn back around.”
Her breath hitched. “Fabien—”
“Now.”
Something flickered in her gaze—hesitation, desire, something caught between the two—but then, with a slow, measured movement, she obeyed.
God, I loved that about her.
She had no idea what it did to me when she listened.
When she trusted me.
When she surrendered to the things she didn’t even realize she needed.
She pressed her palms flat against the wall again, her back arching just enough to send my mind spiraling into every filthy thought I’d ever had about her.
That perfect ass, round and high, barely covered by that fucking pink lace thong.
A growl rumbled from deep in my chest as I slid my hands down her sides, slow, deliberate, savoring the way she shivered under my touch.
“So beautiful, chérie,” I traced the dimples above her ass. “Every inch of you.”
She let out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Fabien.”
I smacked her ass again, harder this time.
She gasped, her fingers flexing against the wall, her body jolting forward before she rocked back into me.
Oh yes. She fucking likes that.
I smirked, running my palm over the heated skin, feeling the way she clenched beneath my touch. “That’s right. Tell me this.”
“Yes?”
“Have you ever fucked on the beach?”
“No.”
“Then, I’ll make sure my assistant gets me a private spot on the beach.”
“Mmmm.” Her breath was uneven, her legs shifting.
I gave her another smack.
A soft moan slipped from her lips.
Fuck.
I squeezed her ass, watching the way it molded against my palm, then reached for her hips, yanking them back until she had no choice but to bend for me.
A strangled sound left her throat as she braced herself against the wall, her spine curving, presenting herself to me like the perfect gift that she was.
I let out a ragged breath, my control slipping by the second. “Do you feel that, chérie?”
She swallowed hard. “Y-yes.”
My fingers dug into her hips, my cock pressing against the curve of her ass, thick, hard, aching to be buried inside of her. “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”
She nodded, but that wasn’t enough.
“Say it.”
Her voice grew breathless and wrecked. “You’re going to fuck me.”
“Very hard.”
“Please.”
A growl ripped through my chest, and before she could say anything else, I grabbed the thin band of her thong and yanked it down, letting the delicate lace slide down her thighs before pooling at her feet.
Mon dieu. Bare. Perfect. Mine.
I ran my fingers over her slick folds, groaning at the sheer wetness of her. “You’re soaked for me.”
“Fabien, please.”
I smirked. “Please what, chérie?”
She whimpered, pressing back into me, her breath coming faster. “I need you to fuck me right now. I’m losing my mind.”
“Are you sure?”
“God yes.”
I wrapped my fingers around my cock, dragging the tip through her arousal, teasing her entrance, making her shudder.
“Need me?” I whispered, pressing just barely inside, enough to feel the tight, pulsing heat of her. “Then take me.”
She let out a desperate moan as I thrust my cock inside, slow, stretching her, filling her in a way no other man ever would again.
“Fuck yes.” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as I sank into her, inch by inch, until I was completely buried. “That’s it, my sweet American girl. Take all of me.”
Her pussy clenched around me, her body shuddering, her forehead dropping against the wall as she gasped. “Oh God. It’s so deep.”
I grinned, pulling back just enough before slamming forward, making her cry out. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Now that I’m forced to go to California, you’re going to get my cock every damn day to make it up to me.”
“Please!”
I thrust again, slower this time, dragging every thick inch along her walls, savoring the way her body gripped me, refusing to let go. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Whimpering, she moved forward a little.
I groaned. “No, no. Don’t you inch away. Take all of this cock.”