Page 87 of Devious Lies

Well, he is taken now.

This one is mine, ladies.

Sorry, not sorry.

I haven’t been back to work at the Den, and at first, I didn’t really notice. I mean, when a girl is being wined and dined by one of the most powerful men in the city, it’s pretty hard to pay attention to anything else.

And I don’t get it.

He has me already.

Body, heart, and soul.

Every day, I tell him I love him.

He doesn’t say it back. And that’s okay.

Love shouldn’t be greedy.

That’s what I tell my desperate heart every time I start to doubt whether he ever will.

Every night, I show him how I feel with my body. I submit to his will. I give him everything. And I let him teach me how to love him.

I think I satisfy him. I mean, I hope I do.

The way he can’t seem to stop touching me and kissing me. The sounds he makes when he sinks into my wet heat.

All this tells me he cares. That he’s in this thing, too.

It hits me right then.

For the first time in my life, I’m happy.

Genuinely happy.

And it is all because of him.

I pinch myself as I ride in the elevator with Giselle.

Yeah, sometimes I do feel like it’s all a dream. But then I open my eyes and I see his handsome face, his metal piercings sparkling in the sun, that steel gaze zeroed in on me, and I feel alive.

I must be awake. Because even with all the books I’ve been reading, courtesy of our magnificent home library, I just don’t think I could dream up a man like him.

Everything he feels is written all over his face. Knowing that warms me.

Luc might be careful with his words, but that look he gives me, you know the one.

The one that makes jet fighters zoom around inside my stomach.

The one that makes my heart beat double time.

And my pussy clench with need.

Yeah, that look.

Well, that look says he is really into me. And that’s good enough.

He’s perfect.

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