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For now, I will focus on this time with Anne.

Chapter 5

Anne

I closemy eyes before I respond to his question.

“Do you ever feel at a crossroads? But you’re not sure that either decision is the answer?” When Alexandre takes my hand in his, it sends my heart into a frenzy. I love the way his rough and calloused hands feel on my skin. I want his hands to roam my skin. The wine is making its way through my veins. The champagne from earlier and now this wine, it’s a smidge too much for my short frame.

This is why I only have one or two drinks.

If I stare into Alexandre’s dazzling indigo eyes any longer, I know I’ll give in to my urge to kiss him again. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. I invited him in because I wasn’t quite ready to part ways. The wine was an excuse to have us do something together and keep the conversation flowing.

Though all I want to do together involves my bed and zero clothing between us.

Heck, even the couch would be fine. It’d still be one of the more romantic places I’ve had sex. This is Paris, after all.

“Sometimes. Though I don’t like to linger on the possibilities and instead, I just pick a path and make it work.”

I open my eyes, holding his gaze. It’s as if we’re both waiting for the other to make a move.

Pick a path and make it work.

I want Alexandre, even if it’s only been days since we met. I want to give in to desire. I don’t want to go home in two weeks and wonder about what could have been between us.

What if I kissed him? What if I had a fun summer fling?

I move to straddle Alexandre. His coarse denim jeans are rough on my bare legs as I put one leg on either side of his lap. I cup his face in my hands and pause.

“I’m picking a path.” The words barely escape my mouth before I cover his lips with mine. His hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as we kiss.

I move my hands lower, the need to touch his body driving my actions. I slip my hands under the hem of his shirt, anxious to feel more of him. I can feel his muscles tense as I run my hands over his abs and chest. Both of us are breathing heavy as I pull away momentarily from the kiss. My chest rises and falls as I catch my breath.

I start to inch his shirt up, and he obliges my actions and pulls his shirt off. What a sight, this Adonis of a man, with tousled hair and sculpted abs.

And he’s mine.

I remove my shirt and toss it to the side, my nude, lace bra barely hiding my breasts.

Alexandre puts one hand on my lower back and the other under my chin. He trails his tongue along my lips before he kisses my jaw and then my neck. I can’t help myself; it’s like an unstoppable force, driving my actions. My body reacts to each and every touch from him.

I lean back as he makes his way down, kissing my clavicle and chest. As he continues to tease me, he runs a hand over one breast. My nipples harden as he brushes over one. Then theother. He lightly licks one nipple, and I let out a desperate moan. Alexandre tugs the lace down to capture my breast in his warm mouth. My hands grip his hair as he gently nips the hardened bud.

I grind my hips against his bulge but it’s not enough. I need more, the fabric between my thighs soaked and my arousal building as he grips my ass and helps me move against him.

“Alexandre,” my voice squeaks, “I want more.” He pulls me tight against him and stands. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bed. My arousal is building with every slight sense of friction between us.

“Mon trésor,” he murmurs in his velvety voice as he lays me down. I start to move, wary of him fitting on my bed comfortably, but he places a warm palm on my belly before kissing my thigh. The kiss is unexpected and makes my toes curl.

He starts to remove my shorts and takes my underwear off with them. Then, before I can think about what’s next, he runs his tongue over my folds. I grip the comforter in both fists as he teases me. Licking lightly, bottom to top, slowly. His hands are on my thighs, rough and calloused, but his tongue is warm and soft as it grazes over my throbbing core.

I arch my back as he increases his speed, before he inserts one finger inside, syncing his tongue and his finger. It’s too much. My whole body feels like it’s on fire.

When he adds a finger, something inside of me snaps like a rubber band. I shout his name as I feel my muscles contract and I climax. His warm hand holds my waist down as he lavishes me. My senses are overwhelmed, and I squirm beneath his touch before everything settles.

It’s as if I’m floating on a cloud. He kisses each of my thighs before he stands. I watch, my body drenched in sweat and my heart racing, as he removes his pants and briefs. His eyebrows arch slightly as his lips quirk up a smidge. He returns to hisbag for a moment before walking over to the bed again. Such a devilish smile.

And such an angelic man. I want him to feel as much pleasure as I have tonight. To feel weightless and panting, wild for more love.

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