Page 18 of French Martini

“Let me suck you, kitten,” I whisper against his lips. “Please.”

Lowen gently bites my bottom lip before breaking the kiss. He’s still grinding into me though, with his arms around my neck. His lips are damp and swollen and his cheeks are flushed pink. Fuck, this man is divine.

“I want to tell you a secret but I’m scared.”

I shake my head. “No, baby, you can tell me anything. You’re safe.”

He swallows hard, moaning softly as his dick presses into my stomach. “I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to stray dogs if you prove me wrong.”

I nod. “Fair.”

His expression fills with that fierceness I so love but then it softens. “I want to be…” He shakes his head as if the words are too hard to say.

“Low.” I grip his chin and lift his face. “Come on. We’re friends. I’ve got you.”

I have no idea what’s causing this strange reaction in him, but I want to fix it, whatever it is.

He nods, blowing out a breath. “I want to be… on my knees… for you.”

Well, fuck. That’s not what I was expecting.

SEVEN

LOWEN

If it weren’tfor the hungry look on Oakley’s face, I’d almost wonder if I’d said that aloud. Turns out I did. I admitted my secret desires. I’m practically holding my breath waiting for a response.

His strong hand grips the back of my neck and he licks his lips. “Kitten, you can have whatever you want from me.”

My stomach flutters as I exhale. “I’m trusting you with something I don’t trust anyone with. Do you understand that?”

Oakley nods, his eyes softening. “Yeah. I understand it, and I don’t take it lightly. Do you understand why you trust me?”

I shake my head almost imperceptibly.

He gently rubs his thumb across my chin. “Because that brilliant mind of yours is equally critical. It’s what makes you so damn good at what you do. You know in the deepest part of you that I would never hurt you.” The sexy grin that first made my knees weak spreads across his face. “You know I would do anything you ask, just to stand in your sunlight a little bit.”

I bristle slightly, all too familiar with men who treat me like a doll only to be disappointed later. “You shouldn’t put me on a pedestal. I’m a very flawed human.”

“Who isn’t? I’m not perfect, and I don’t claim to be, but I am a safe space for you. Goes along with being my friend.”

My defenses soften as I gaze into his beautiful hazel eyes and see nothing but desire and acceptance reflecting back at me. Exhaling softly, I drag my hands down his broad chest.

“You’re a good man, Oakley.”

He shrugs. “I do my best, but it’s not exactly a hardship to be the man in your bed.”

I allow a smile, relaxing into the moment.

“Did all this talking kill the vibe?” he asks as he rubs a big hand up and down my back.

I grind my ass against his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it.”

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and I reach up to tickle his thick beard. His eyelids flutter as he leans into my touch. I’ve never told him, and likely never will, but Oakley, at least physically, is my perfect man. Strong, rugged, bearded, and thickeverything. I couldn’t build a better bear.

I cup his face and press our lips together, smiling into the kiss as he hums with happiness and wraps his arms around me. I rock my hips as we kiss, feeling his cock swell even more. My own cock reacts, twitching with need as I gently break away to slide off his lap and onto the floor.

I settle between his parted knees, gazing up at his awed face, and get to work on unbuttoning his jeans. The bulge of flesh beneath his zipper makes my mouth water and a shiver move down my spine. There’s something primal about kneeling before a man that settles the churning chaos of my thoughts. I don’t want to think about how long it’s been since I last indulged this side of me, or why I want to now. I just want to be in the moment.

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