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Emilia
He loves me.
I don't know what else he said, but he said he loves me.
I'm still flying high from the adrenaline rush of breaking into Ezra's office and finding the paperwork we needed, having sex with Malin, and hearing him tell me he loves me.
And I love him. I don't need to think about it. If I had to sacrifice myself for him, I would. I've never been in love before. I didn't understand how a woman could feel so strongly about a man. But now I do.
And he gives me the strength to be the person I want to be instead of who I've been my entire life.
"Did you understand everything else I said, ma belle?"
"Something about your cock."
His lips twitch. He kisses me, and I let myself get lost in him, letting him slowly explore my mouth, shuddering from the new growing need forming in my core.
When we separate our lips, he murmurs, "I have to get Gustave the information in the folders."
Important stuff now. More sex later.
The windows are foggy and it's dark so I can't see out. I roll off him and pull the folder out of the bag.
He brushes the back of his fingers across the side of my breast. "You going to stay topless, ma belle?"
Tingles race over my chest. I scan his torso then slide my shorts off. "I think this is better, don't you?"
He licks his lips. His finger grazes my nipple. "I love what a naughty little surprise you turned out to be."
I softly laugh.
He pulls his hand back. "Let's take care of this."
We spend fifteen minutes taking pictures of each document and making sure the photos are all clear. When we finish, Malin uploads everything to an encrypted app. He calls Gustave.
I reposition my body so I'm turned toward him and put my left foot on the seat, near the back cushion. I lift my other foot on the steering wheel.
His gray eyes turn almost blue. He licks his lips, stares at every intimate part of me, then caresses the inside of my thigh, inching near my sex but not touching it.
Zings rush through me. I suck on my finger while my breath becomes hitched.
He picks up my other hand and places it on my breasts, modeling with my fingers how he wants me to touch my nipples, and returns to my thigh.
"Gustave," he says, intently watching me, then pulls my finger out of my mouth and positions it on my clit. He rotates it in a circle.
"Oh," I quietly moan.
"It's encrypted. There were over a hundred pages I just sent through."
He removes his hand from mine and tastes his finger then slides it in me.
"Oh...oh..."
His arrogant look only makes me want him more.
I slow my rhythm.
