Page 50 of Keeping London (Flawed Heart)

I grin at the vision of all the guys in their camouflage fatigues and the tinsel blowing in a cheerful dance from their bodies.

Loïc’s expression goes serious before he says, “I miss you, babe.”

I let out a sigh. “I miss you, too.”

“So, your day is going well?”

“Yeah, we opened presents this morning and had a big breakfast. Now, we’re all relaxing before dinner.”

“Sounds good.”

“It’d be better if you were here, but, yeah…it’s good.” I steer this conversation away from depressing to exciting as I cut to the chase, “So, are we ready to exchange presents?” I pucker my lips in a grin, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I’m ready.” Loïc smiles big.

“How do we do this exactly?” I ask, suddenly feeling a little shy and awkward.

“How about you start by removing your clothes?” Loïc’s voice changes. It’s deeper, huskier, and it sends a chill down my spine as I realize we’re officially doing this.

I comply with his command and watch as he removes his as well.

“Turn around—slowly,” he says. “I want to take you all in.”

I do as he asked until I’m facing my laptop screen again.

“Grab your nipples for me, babe,” Loïc says in a raspy voice. “Tug on them a little.”

I do as instructed while closing my eyes and pretending Loïc’s hands are on me.

“That’s it,” he coaxes.

I open my eyes to see his dilated blues intently watching me. His arm is moving slowly back and forth, but the camera cuts off right below his elbow.

“Move back, so I can see you,” I breathe out. Any apprehension that I had is gone, replaced by nothing but raw lust.

He sits further away from his laptop, and my entire body starts to vibrate with sexual energy as I watch Loïc touching himself. I’m surprised at how much it turns me on.

I exhale as one of my hands leaves my boob to travel south. My fingers enter my body as my other hand continues to tug at my nipple. I think of Loïc and the magic that his fingers are capable of yielding, and I mimic his past movements. The pleasure is incredible, and I let out a moan, my head falling back.

“Yes, baby…that’s it,” Loïc says. “That’s great, baby. Just like that.”

Hearing him fuels my desire, and I begin to ride my fingers, desperate to feel Loïc inside me.

Loïc and I are close to perfect for each other in all aspects, but our compatibility in the bedroom is out of this world. I pull out all the memories of us—moans, pleasure, kisses…his lips, hands, and mouth. I love it rough and soft, anyway I can get it, because it’s incredible with him, every time. In one movement, Loïc’s body can fill me up, pushing everything out, until I can’t focus on anything but the sensations he gives me.

“Loïc,” I cry, my entire body humming.

“I’m here,” he breathes harshly.

And he is. I can feel his mouth on me as his hands tug with the precise amount of pressure on my nipples. He’s inside me, and it’s perfection, as always.

God, I love him. I need him. I’m his forever, and he’s mine.

That last thought sends me over the edge, and I crumble. My entire core pulses with bliss, and my body quivers in release. I let go of everything plaguing me—the worry, the longing, and the sadness. Instead, my body fills with intense satisfaction and immense feelings of love, loyalty, and visions of forever. My heart overflows with adoration, and I call out Loïc’s name. It’s the only name I want to associate with these feelings for the rest of my life.

I’ve found my nirvana, and his name is Loïc Berkeley.

I open my eyes in time to see Loïc groan in release. His head falls back against the chair as his fist pumps hard, producing evidence of his pleasure.

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