Page 238 of My French Love Affair

She looks wrecked - in the best fucking way.

Her lips are red and swollen, her cheeks flushed, her pupils still blown wide with arousal.

And yet, beneath all of that, there’s something else.

Satisfaction. Contentment.

Good.

Still, I tilt my head, raising a brow as I step closer, brushing a knuckle against her jawline, tipping her chin up.

"You okay?"

She nods, but I don’t let her get away with that.

I smirk, dragging my thumb over her bottom lip, watching the way she shivers under my touch.

"Use your words,mon ange."

Her lips curve into a soft, slight smile.

"I’m okay," she says. She hesitates, pausing just slightly, and then, she corrects herself. "In fact, no - I’mmorethan okay."

I grin; a slow, wicked curl of my lips.

"Good," I tell her, leaning in and brushing my mouth over hers.

It’s a soft kiss. Surprisingly so.

A stark contrast to the way I just ruined her against the door.

I take my time, savouring her taste, dragging my fingers through her hair and smoothing the strands as best I can before I reluctantly pull away.

She looks dazed as her brown eyes flicker between mine, and I chuckle softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You going to be around tomorrow?"

She blinks as though she’s processing the question.

“Tomorrow,” I say again. “The main race day.”

She nods immediately.

"Oh - of course."

I smirk. "I look forward to it."

She swallows, her fingers clutching the hem of her dress, and I can see it - the fight within her, the push and pull, the war between her head and her body.

I could push her again, demand that she admits it - that shewants me just as much as I want her.

But not yet. I’ll let her pretend she’s in control.

For now.

I step back, gesturing toward the door, a knowing look in my eyes.

"Ladies first."

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