Page 40 of The Saint

When I returned to my bedroom to shower, she was still asleep, but she’d turned the other way like she was slowly waking up to a new day. I showered and did a quick towel-dry before I returned to the bedroom.

She was awake, sitting up in bed with tired but rested eyes. Even when she was groggy and still slightly out of it, her features lit up at the sight of me. “Hey, babe.” She patted the bed beside her, wanting me to join her.

I got into the sheets beside her and pulled her close, hugging her in bed and kissing her, loving the way she looked when she first woke up. Her eyes were slightly wet from being closed all night,and she appeared so relaxed and calm. She cupped my jawline then my cheek before she kissed me. “How was your night?”

I didn’t want to ruin her morning when she’d just opened her eyes, so I kept the truth to myself. “Fine. Yours?”

“I was asleep the whole time, so it was great.”

I smiled.

“But it’s even better now that you’re home.” Her eyes softened in affection, the look she gave when she wore her heart on her sleeve, told me she loved me without saying a word. “I know you must be tired…but I missed you.” Her eyes moved down to my lips, like she wanted me to kiss her good and hard, to make her come at the start of her day.

“I’m never too tired for you, sweetheart.” I rolled on top of her and tugged down my boxers before I removed the little white thong she wore. I let her keep her shirt on before I moved between her soft thighs. Like she’d been thinking about me all night long, her channel was so slick and smooth. I moaned as I sank, moaned like it was the first time I’d ever had her, when we’d been doing this for months.

She was even more enthused than I was, her ankles locking together and squeezing the top of my ass like she already wanted more. She explored my arms with her hands, like she could feel the twitch of my muscles from my workout.

I was drunk on this pussy, so fucking addicted that if I tried to get sober, it would kill me. After a long night running a city from the shadows, I longed to bury myself deep in the most magical pussy I’d ever fucked. It turned this man into a teenage boy. Turned this sober man into an addict all over again. “Fuck, sweetheart.”

She gripped my arms as she moaned in my face. “I love you, Bastien.”

Those words sent a shiver down my spine. It was the dirtiest thing I’d ever heard a woman say. It was my fantasy, hearing this woman give herself to me completely. I’d hunted her and chased her, gotten her into my bed, my life, and then into my house. I wanted to make her my wife next. “I love you, Fleur.” I’d never told a woman I loved her, never thought I’d ever want to, but now that I had her, my heart started to beat differently, started to race whenever she was in the room, like I was always about to die…and I wanted to die.

When I woke up, it was four in the afternoon.

As always, my phone had blown up with calls and text messages during the night.

The double doors that led to the rest of the house were closed, and the light that should be visible at the bottom of them was absent, like Fleur had put down a towel to block it out so I could sleep in complete darkness.

I grabbed my phone and checked her location to see if she was in the house or out and about. I saw her dot in the house but not in the bedroom, so I zoomed in to see that she was in the kitchen, probably baking something.

I went through my other calls and texts to see if anything important was going on, and when I found there wasn’t, I got out of bed and started my day. I put on sweatpants and a t-shirt and headed downstairs. The building was three stories with guestrooms and sitting rooms and studies, but I never used anything but my bedroom. Honestly, the rest of the house pretty much belonged to Gerard.

I just needed something bigger for protection, to make it difficult to get to me. If I lived in a regular apartment, it wouldn’t be hard to blow up the building or shoot out the windows. I headed downstairs and stepped into the kitchen, a place I never went, and saw Fleur and Gerard at the counter together.

“Like this.” Gerard appeared to be folding an egg inside a mixing bowl. “You have to be delicate. Otherwise, you’ll break the yolk.” He finished then let her try the next one. She didn’t notice me because she was so focused on what she was doing. She took over, and Gerard watched from beside her. “Yes, just like that.”

She finished her work then wiped her hands on her apron. “Just need to mix it, and it’ll be ready.”

Gerard took the stand mixer from one of the cupboards.

I approached the kitchen island and took a seat on one of the barstools on the other side. “What are you making, sweetheart?”

She gave a slight flinch when she realized I was there.

Gerard nearly dropped the mixer before he set it on the counter. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t realize you were there.”

“It’s fine, Gerard.”

Her face lit up like it always did when she saw me, like every time was the first time.

I hoped she did that for the rest of our lives.

She came around the island and wrapped her arms around my neck before she kissed me, our mouths level because I was seated.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her into me as I kissed her, not caring that Gerard was right there. When she pulled away, I repeated the question. “What are you making?”

“Chocolate cake. I found this recipe online, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

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