Page 101 of Devious Lies

“Wait,” I say, and he pauses immediately.

I love the way Luc bosses me around in bed, but I also love that he listens to me.

“What is it, Baby Girl?”

I peek up at him through my lashes and have to find some confidence before I say it.

“I-I want to try something. Can I?” I ask.

Luc’s lips twitch and he nods.

He cocks his head while I sit up.

Like he’s more curious than anything, as I tell him to lie back down.

“What are you doing, Baby Girl?” he asks, and his eyes are glittering, so I know he likes it.

“You’ll see,” I tell him, and I grin like the Cheshire cat.

I might be a novice to this, but now that I have Giselle and Anna to talk to, well, let’s just say there are things girls talk about when their men aren’t around.

Things about sexy times that are actually quite informative.

Luc’s chest rumbles as I slide over his long body, rubbing my skin against his, petting him with my hands, my hair, my tits as I move down until I am between his splayed legs.

I have zero inhibitions when it comes to this man.

But I am nervous about this. I want Luc to like it.

I look at him while I try to wrap as much of one hand as I can around the base of his thick staff.

His cock is fucking beautiful.

I know that sounds weird, but it is.

Long, thick, studded with titanium bars and balls, and that big, thick ring coming from the tip.

Combined with the tattoo winding around his hips, Luc looks like a bonafide sex god.

My very own Xerxes.

Warrior god.

But my Luc will have a better ending.

Hopefully, we both will. Very, very soon.

I moan as I drop plucking kisses along his lower abdomen, paying attention to that V that drives me crazy.

Luc stretches and runs his fingers over my head through my hair.

Encouraged, I continue.

When Luc eats me, he makes me feel like I'm delicious. Like I am better than chocolate or whiskey or both.

He makes me feel cherished, coveted. As if I am the only woman in the world.

I want to treat him to the same.

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