Page 226 of My French Love Affair

I hurry to push my pants down my thighs, freeing myself from the confines of my clothing. The second I do, her eyesflick down, and I don’t miss the way she swallows, the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips in anticipation.

My cock is thick, heavy, and aching - so hard it’s almost painful - and when I stroke myself once, slow and deliberate, her breath stutters.

"Something caught your attention,mon ange?"

My voice is hoarse, laced with amusement, and even I can hear the strain beneath it.

She drags her gaze up to mine, feigning innocence.

"Just admiring your…determination."

I chuckle, shaking my head as I brush my thumb along her jaw, tilting her chin up just slightly.

"That mouth of yours is always getting you into trouble."

"I suppose it is,” she says, feigning thoughtfulness. Then, after a beat, "maybe you should do something about it."

A deep, low growl rumbles in my chest.

Mon angeis playing with fire.

"You want a lesson, sweetheart?" I murmur, my fingers trailing over her cheek, the heat of her skin burning beneath my touch. "Then open that pretty mouth and show me how well you can listen."

For just a fraction of a second, she hesitates.

Not because she doesn’t want to. No. The flush on her cheeks, the way her thighs shift just slightly where she kneels, the anticipation in her wide, dark eyes - they all tell me otherwise.

She hesitates because shelikesthis.

The teasing. The tension. The unbearable, torturous waiting.

And, fuck, so do I.

Her lashes flutter as she tilts her head ever so slightly, dragging her hands up the tops of her thighs and reaching for mine. The movement is agonisingly slow, and it makes my restraint slip another inch.

Then, finally, she presses her palms down against my thighs and leans in close, parting those perfect lips while looking up at me with the kind of expression that makes my control fray at the edges.

I let out a shaky breath, my hand curling into her blonde hair.

"Good girl.”

She preens at the praise, her smirk just barely hidden beneath her submission as my fingers tighten against her scalp. My grip isn’t enough to hurt her, but it’s enough to remind herexactlywho’s in control here.

"You really do have a talent for testing my patience," I tell her. “Now go on, and show me why you’re worth the trouble.”

She makes a soft, pleased noise in the back of her throat, her fingers curling slightly against my thighs -

And then her tongue flicks out, just barely grazing over the sensitive tip, and I swear my entire body locks up.

“Merde,” I mutter, my grip tightening in her hair.

She smiles softly, her brown eyes full of mischief as she looks up at me with those innocent, wide eyes.

“Don’t test me, Poppy,” I warn, my voice strained, my restraint hanging by a thread.

Her smirk is nothing short of sinful as she presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of my cock.

“Or what?”

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