Page 236 of My French Love Affair

I lean in, brushing my lips against her ear.

“Have you learned your lesson,mon ange?”

A soft, unsteady exhale escapes her lips, but as she tilts her chin up, I swear that something flashes in her eyes. Something bold - somethingdefiant.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

My patiencesnaps, and I grab the fabric of her dress, yanking it higher over her hips as my hand slides firmly beneath, my fingers finding bare, hot, wet skin. She’s still bent at the waist and pressed against the door, and she arches into my touch.

“Poppy,” I grind out. “Do you need another lesson?”

Her breath stutters, and my smirk sharpens.

I watch as her nails bite into the door, and then, she nods.

Slowly. Deliberately.

Fuck.Of course she wants me to ruin her all over again.

“You never learn, do you?” I say as I slide my fingers against her, spreading her open, feeling just how fucking drenched she still is for me.

“Maybe,” she breathes, tilting her head to the side and batting her lashes at me.

I raise my hand and bring it down against her arse, the resoundingslapfilling the air between us.

She gasps, the sound sharp and loud, and I grin.

"Careful," I tell her. "I didn’t ask you to speak."

And then, just when I think she might have finally learned her lesson, she fucking tilts her head, batting those damn doe-eyes up at me, her lips curving ever so slightly.

My patience snaps when she shifts back against me, arching her spine like she’s begging me for more, and my free hand comes down hard against her arse again, the sharpslapechoing through the room.

Her nails scrape against the door, and I grin as I grip the base of my cock, teasing the head along her slick heat.

She shudders, her thighs clenching around me, her fingers flexing against the wood.

Her breathing is ragged, her body tense, waiting, needing -

Needingme.

I smirk, dragging myself along her slit, coating myself in her arousal and teasing her exactly how she deserves.

"You want me to fuck you, Poppy?"

She nods furiously, arching her back, pressing into me.

"Use your words," I remind her. "Tell me what you want."

"You,” she grits out. “Freddie,please,just fuck me already."

Without another word, I thrust into her, sinking all the way in one smooth, punishing stroke.

She cries out, her body arching at the intrusion, the fullness, the stretch.

I grip her hips, anchoring her to the floor as she stretches up on her tiptoes, holding her exactly where I want her.

"That’s it," I murmur, pressing a hot kiss against her shoulder, savoring the way she clenches so perfectly around me. "Merde -you’re so fucking tight.”

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