Page 17 of French Martini

“Good.”

We’re so close that I think we’re breathing the same air, and neither of us make any attempt to move. I know Lowen wellenough to tell from his expression that he’s thinking. There’s a little crinkle that appears on his otherwise smooth forehead and he twists his full lips whenever he’s deep in thought. His crystal-blue eyes roam across my face, settling on my mouth for a second until he returns to my hungry gaze.

“Would you…” He pauses, shaking his head. “No, that’s stupid,” he whispers.

“What’s stupid?”

“Nothing. I think that’s all for tonight.”

“Are you dismissing me?”

He laughs softly. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Tell me what you were thinking. I can handle it.”

“It was silly.” He tries to wave me off, but I squeeze his thigh. He gasps softly as he gazes at me, vulnerability shining in his eyes. “I’m fine. It was the stress talking.”

“You have a lot on your plate and now you’re worried about all this stuff.”

He nods, trying to school his expression.

“You know what I would do as your fiancé in this situation?” I ask.

Amusement quickly replaces the strain on his face. “What?”

I shift so I’m behind him then squeeze his shoulders. “I’d give you a massage.”

I lean in, inhaling his fragrant scent. It’s floral with a hint of sweetness, like blooming flowers in the spring. Brushing my lips over his elegant neck, I exhale, ghosting my breath across his flesh and grinning as goose bumps erupt beneath my touch.

“I’d rub away all that tension.”

Lowen sinks into my touch, tilting his neck to expose even more of his soft skin. I take a chance and kiss him there before sliding my hands from his shoulders down his front, pausing to caress his taut nipples under his dress shirt.

“Oak…”

“Yeah, kitten? Do you want me to stop?”

He exhales slowly. “No.”

Smiling, I drag my lips up the column of his neck. “Want to know what else I’d do to make sure you’re nice and relaxed?”

“What?” he asks breathlessly.

“I’d peel you out of your clothes, crawl between your legs, and worship your cock with my mouth.”

“Oh god,” he moans, backing into me just enough that his ass brushes against my hardening cock.

“My reward would be your sweet cum filling my mouth.”

“Jesus,” he whispers.

“If you still needed more after that, I’d happily sink into your body and fuck away the day’s stresses.”

“Oak.” He digs his fingers into my thighs as I nibble his earlobe.

“Whatever you want, kitten, it’s yours.” I grab his chin and tilt his head so I can reach his mouth with mine. He doesn’t pull away or resist at all as I brush our lips together. Instead, he twists in my arms so he’s facing me and attacks my mouth. Fuck yes.

I hold him close as he climbs onto my lap, his ass grinding onto my cock, and our mouths crashing together in a clumsy but heated kiss. Lowen tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging gently as he sucks my tongue, and I slide my hands down his back to squeeze his ass.

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