Page 54 of Devious Lies

I don’t think Luc is in any mood to discuss why he’s dragging me out of the bar.

He leads me to his sleek car, rounds the hood to the passenger side, and opens the door.

I lick my lips, and he waits. Quietly.

So fucking quietly.

I huff a breath, then I sit. I look up and Luc dips his chin in approval.

His steel eyes sparkle like silver and those jet fighter planes are back.

For some reason, I am ridiculously pleased that I performed correctly. I hope he’ll reward me.

Please, oh please.

I shouldn’t feel that way. It’s demeaning.

Only, I don’t feel cheap. Under his silvery stare, I feel coveted.

And that warms me.

Luc is silent all the way to his renovated warehouse home, and I can’t wait to get there.

His place is amazing.

We ride up the elevator in silence and I am not sure what to expect, but when we get through the door, he spins me around and pushes me back up against the door.

“Luc,” I say, panting.

I’m so turned on and excited I don’t know what to do.

He cups my pussy over my jeans, and I moan. Then he grabs my thighs and picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, mouth open, chest heaving.

“Give me that fucking mouth,” he says, and crashes his lips to mine.

He grabs my braids, and he pulls back on them, but he doesn’t allow me to lift my head. He is sucking on my tongue, and I might come from that alone.

His kiss is rough.

It is violent.

Desperate.

Needy.

So hot.

It is all the things I feel for him.

And I fucking love it.

I don’t even notice that we’re on the move. Luc carries me like I weigh nothing at all, and it makes me fucking swoon.

It’s one of those bigger girl secret wants things.

Something we don’t openly discuss because we don’t want to be body shamed or laughed at.

But maybe we should talk about it.

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