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Warmth floods my cheeks at his fierce declaration, but I can’t resist needling him a bit. “Awfully sure of yourself there, aren’t you, Valeur?”
He nibbles my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “That’s how you like me. Cocky, in more ways than one.” He grinds his growing erection against my backside for emphasis.
“Mmmm...” I moan, struggling to keep my composureas heat pools between my thighs. “These are some of my favorite artists.”
“I know. I saw their work hanging in your house and wanted you to feel at home here. We can swap them out if you prefer.”
I shake my head, touched by his thoughtfulness. “No, I love them. Thank you. They’re perfect.”
“This is your home now, too. You can do whatever you want—just spare me the agony of pink sheets,” he jokes.
I grin. “I think I’ll buy those hot pink satin sheets. With ruffles. Just to torture you.”
With a playful growl, he throws me over his shoulder. I shriek and pound on his back with my fists. “Lucas! Put me down, you brute!”
“Not until you promise no pink sheets.”
“Never!” I declare.
“Mouthy woman. You still drive me crazy. You know that?”
“I changed my mind. I want a divorce,” I deadpan. “A girl needs her space, you know. Can’t let you go thinking you’ve got me tied down already.”
He growls and tosses me on the king-sized bed, crawling over me with a predatory glint in his eye that makes my heart stutter and my thighs clench. “Tied down, eh? Don’t go giving me ideas, you naughty woman.”
I roll my eyes even as I loop my arms around his neck. “In your dreams, Valeur.”
“Every night,” he purrs, nipping at my earlobe. “I’ve got a vivid imagination and an array of silk ties.”
“Insufferable,” I accuse, arching as he blazes a trail of passionate kisses down the column of my throat.
“I don’t hear you complaining.”
“Less talking, more ravishing,” I order, tangling my fingers in his thick, unruly hair and dragging his mouth to mine.
He kisses me like a drowning man gulping air, and just like that, the playful mood evaporates, replaced by a tidal wave of raw need.
Clothes go flying as we tear at each other, skin hungry for skin. The slick slide of his tongue against mine sends molten heat straight to my core.
In a flash, he has me naked, his erection heavy and insistent against my belly. I reach between us to wrap my fingers around his thickness, shuddering at the steel encased in velvet.
My retort dies on my lips as I drink in the glorious sight of his chiseled body, all tanned skin and rippling muscle. Desire throbs in my core.
I rise from the bed and sink to my knees on the floor. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Ava, what are you doing?”
“Shhh,” I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his thick length. “Let me show you how much I love you.”
He falls silent, head lolling back as I take the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive head. I lap at the bead of moisture gathered there, moaning at the salty, musky taste of him.
“Fuck, Ava,” he grits out between clenched teeth.
Emboldened, I try to take him deeper, but he’s too big. I gag, and he pulls out, chest heaving.
“On the bed. On your back,” he commands, and I readily comply, desire coursing through my veins.
He yanks me to the edge of the mattress and kneels infront of my face, his impressive erection filling my field of vision. My thighs are slick with arousal.
“Tilt your head back. Open up, baby. Take me.”
