Page 6 of Eternally London

I run my palms up and down his muscled arms. “I thought you wanted to go get food. Aren’t you hungry?” I whisper weakly.

“Ravenous,” Loïc answers before his mouth finds the most perfect spot between my legs.

I cry out as his tongue begins its mind-blowing assault, lighting every nerve in my body ablaze. I tightly squeeze my eyelids closed and desperately grab at the sheets, wanting him to stop, as he lights a raging fire of need with every swipe of his tongue. The sensations are almost too much to take. As his tongue plunges deeper, the wordstopbecomes a plea.

“Loïc,” I say with an almost pained sob. “Loïc.” I fist his hair, and my limbs tremble. The warm rush of sensations pulls me under, and I scream out as staggering waves of pleasure shoot through me.

I’m completely spent, unable to do anything but pull air into my lungs. I breathe in deeply as the aftershocks of my incredible orgasm continue throughout my body. I vaguely register Loïc and his kisses as he works his way up toward my face.

His lips press against my own before he says, “Good?”

“So good.” My words come out breathless.

I can feel the smile on Loïc’s mouth as he kisses me again—his lips so full, his kisses intoxicating.

Without warning, I break the kiss and push Loïc away from me. “Wait! It’s after ten. Did you leave the key under the rock?”

Loïc’s face wears an expression of confusion. “What?”

“The house key. Did you leave it under the rock?”

“Yeah, babe. You told me to leave it under the rock, and that’s what I did.” He chuckles with a shake of his head.

“The rock by the front porch?” I ask.

“Yes, London. The rock by the front porch,” he repeats slowly. “Why?”

“Well, I was just thinking about Josie.”

Loïc quirks up an eyebrow, and humor lines his voice as he asks, “Oh, really?”

“Ew, no.” I shake my head with a laugh. “Not like that. She’s scheduled to come clean our house today, and I wanted to make sure that we left the key. She should be there now actually.”

Loïc lies beside me, his head propped up on his hand. “I thought we weren’t going to hire anyone to clean our house anymore.”

“Well”—I turn to face Loïc—“I’ve been thinking.”

“Have you?” Loïc smirks.

“I know you said that we are perfectly capable of cleaning our own house, and while I agree with that…we also have the means to hire someone.”

Loïc starts to speak before I cut him off, “Just hear me out. Okay?”

“All right.” He nods.

“Loïc, hiring a housecleaner isn’t a privilege thing.”

“London…” His voice drops.

“I mean, it isn’t something that only the super rich do. Lots of middle class people hire housecleaners. I know you aren’t comfortable with living a rich lifestyle, and that’s fine. But it’s a good thing.” I hold out both my index fingers, pressing one against the other. “Number one, we’re giving Josie a job, which gives her money and therefore helps the economy.”

He chuckles. “I’m glad you’re so interested in the economy.”

“I’m not done.” I grin. “Number two, having our house cleaned by someone else gives us more time to spend together when we’re home. Quality time, not time spent covered in bleach.”

“Why would we be covered in bleach?”

“Because we’re cleaning…you know, with bleach and stuff.”

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