Page 207 of My French Love Affair

I exhale shakily, setting my phone back down as a deep, full-body shiver rolls through me.

I shouldn’t entertain this. I should be logical, should remind myself that this is just a fling, that this is nothing.

I do not get flustered by men. Idon’t.

But then my thumbs move before my brain catches up.

Oh?

And what would you do if I was?

I hesitate -god, should I even be doing this?- before pressing send.

There’s a slight pause.

The longest pause, in fact.

Then:

You really want to know?

My stomach clenches.

I shouldn’t be smiling at my screen.

But I am.

I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.

I wait, my pulse hammering as I watch those three dots flicker on the screen.

I’d start slow, and tease you - just like you love to be teased.

I swallow hard.

I’d have you stretched out beneath me, all soft and perfect and ready.

I’d run my hands over every inch of your body, taking my time, making sure you’re trembling before I even think about giving you what you need.

I bite down on my lip as my eyes scan over the words, my abdomen clenching tightly as my body begins to grow warm.

Then, once you’re begging for me?

I exhale shakily, pressing my thighs together in order to relieve some of the pressure between them.

I’d ruin you all over again.

The words sear through me, sinking deep into my bones, setting me alight.

Oh,fuck.

I shift, heart pounding as I fight the sudden wave of heat rushing through me.

Am I really going to do this?

My skin is warm, my face utterly flushed, and for the first time in my life, I feel nervous sending a message.

It’s not like I haven’t flirted before. It’s not like I haven’tplayed this game before.

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