Page 83 of French Martini

I nod. “Yes.”

“Too bad we have so many clothes on.”

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About ruining that outfit.”

Lowen nods as a sexy smile dances on his lips. “I sure did.”

I get on the floor with him, sliding my hands across the top of his outfit, circling my fingers around his nipples. His breath warms my face as he sways slightly.

“Tell me what to do,” he whispers. “Make me do whatever you want. I want that. Ineedit.”

I nod, as excited as a kid on Christmas morning. “On the bed. Lay on your back.”

“Yes, sir.”

I stand and he glides up my body, pressing his chest to mine.

“I have another secret,” Lowen whispers, nipping my bottom teeth.

I can barely breathe. “Uh-huh. What’s that?”

“No one has been inside me since long before my marriage ended.”

“Fuck. Low…”

“I’m all tested and PrEP’d up too. Just in case.” He tugs my bow tie loose. “Soooo, unless you’re ethically opposed to going bare?—”

“I’m not. I’m good. I’m all tested up too.”

He smiles, unfastening the top button on my shirt. “I figured you might be. I’ve waited a long time to meet a man who made me feel safe enough to ask for all the things I really want. How’s it feel to be the one?”

“Like I won the damn lottery.” I grip the front of his neck, tilting his head back just slightly. “Now, be a good kitten and get on the bed like I asked you to.”

Lowen nods, sliding his pink tongue over his glossy lips before backing up onto the bed.

I start with his shoes, removing the killer pumps, then I massage his calves through the silky, sheer material of the pants.

“You know you looked better than anyone there tonight, right?”

Lowen nonchalantly shrugs, like he’s not aware of his incredible looks and aura.

“They all wanted you, but you’re mine. Imagine the size of my ego now.”

He chuckles, flexing his leg muscles in my grip. “You could use a little ego. You’re very humble.”

“I’ve got a big head now.”

“I think you always had that. At least between your legs.”

“Good one.” I slide my hands up and down his thighs before running a hand over his growing bulge. “It’s almost a shame what I’m about to do.”

There’s a little glimmer in his eyes as he waggles his eyebrows at me and says, “Bring it on, bear.”

With a slight growl, I kick his legs apart and tug at the material of the waistband. It easily tears away, revealing the light-colored underwear he’s wearing. Lowen watches me with heavy eyes and parted lips, and that’s my cue to let loose.

In a flash, I’m on top of him, claiming his lips in a possessive kiss and tearing the delicate fabric until he’s almost naked. I trail kisses from his mouth to his neck and down to his nipples, sucking and biting them as he digs his fingers into my hair and rocks his hips against me, seeking the friction he needs.

There won’t be any edging. Not tonight when I’ve finally been invited to indulge fully. I can’t think about that though. I’ll nut before I even touch him if I do.

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