Page 179 of My French Love Affair

My hands had pressed against the glass as our bodies molded perfectly together, his wet skin flush with mine.

“I should hurry,” I’d managed, even though we both knew it was a lie.

He’d hummed as his hands skimmed down my sides, tracing over my stomach and hip bones before his palms splayed possessively over my thighs.

"Should you?" he had mused, kissing purposefully up the curve of my neck.

My knees had nearly buckled when he slid a hand between my legs.

“I don’t want to slow you down,” I’d whispered, but he hadsimply hushed me in response, his voice nothing but velvet and dominance as one hand gripped my throat, tilting my head back against his shoulder.

"Just let me enjoy you a little longer."

I had melted, completely and utterly at his mercy, and what followed was pure, slow-burning torture.

His movements were deliberate. Every thrust was deep, every kiss was slow, and his hands roamed over me like he had all the time in the world.

He had whispered in my ear - filthy words, soft confessions, promises of what he'd do to me next time.

“You love being full of me, don’t you, Poppy?” he’d murmured as he fucked me, and I had whimpered desperately, my nails digging into his forearms as he angled his hips just right.

"So fuckingperfect," he had growled.

And when we had both finally come undone - my body essentially boneless in his hold - his arms had wrapped around me from behind, anchoring me to him as we stood under the stream of hot water, catching our breath.

He had pressed a slow kiss to my temple, his lips lingering just long enough to make my chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with lust.

Andthathad scared me more than anything else.

Now, as I step into my suite - my very lovely, very expensive suite, which suddenly feels tiny compared to his - I realise that I miss him already.

Which is stupid.

I shake the thought away and barely get my bearings before a high-pitched squeal erupts from the bed.

“Oh my god - shelives,” Emma exclaims, launching herself at me the moment I walk in.

Jas follows, smirking as she leans against the couch. “Well, well.Someone’sbeen busy.”

I scoff, playfully shoving Emma off me, but she’s already grabbing my wrist, her eyes locking onto the Cartier bracelet still gleaming on my skin.

“Look at this!” she gasps, spinning my arm to admire it from every angle. “Fuckinghell.I cannot believe you kept this from us!”

“Damn,” Jas whistles. “Thatis not just any bracelet.”

I sigh, running a hand through my hair as I move further into the suite, placing my bags down.

“It’s really not that big of a -”

Emma gasps dramatically, cutting me off.

“Not that big of a deal?Not that big of a deal?! Babe, that man iswooingyou. You know that, right?”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’re insane.”

Jas grins. “No, but she’s right. This isn’t just a one-night-stand Cartier situation. This is a ‘he wants you as his’ Cartier situation.”

“How do you know the difference?” I ask, feigning curiosity.

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