Page 147 of The Exception

She held my wrist and guided me to where she wanted my touch. “There,” she moaned. And then her face twisted with pleasure as she convulsed in my arms.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she panted. “Oh god.” She collapsed against me. “Oh my god.” She giggled. “That was intense.”

“Good.” I kissed her forehead, holding her to me.

When my cock nudged her stomach, she asked, “Should we take care of this?”

I chuckled. “What did you have in mind?”

It wasn’t the first time we’d had sex outside, but the other times, we’d had a picnic blanket to lie on. In this storage cave, our options were limited, as was the window of time before Luc or someone would inevitably come looking for us.

She shoved down her pants and turned her back to me. “Do me from behind.”

Fuck. Yes.

She bent forward and braced herself against the wall. And her ass. My god, her ass was gorgeous. All of her was. I held my cock with one hand and palmed her ass with the other.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “Fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I teased, then plunged inside her.

She gasped and I groaned, our sounds a symphony of pleasure that echoed off the stone walls. I bent forward, curving myself around her, kissing her neck.

“You feel so good,” I rasped. “Your cunt squeezing my cock, wanting to drain me.”

I planted one hand on the wall to steady myself and wrapped the other around her waist, needing to be as close to her as possible.

“Harder,” she begged, so I thrust inside her harder, faster, until sweat was dripping down my spine, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d last.

With clumsy movements, I sought out her clit. I circled it until she was quivering in my arms once more. She was on the brink of her release, and I held on a moment longer before a jolt of energy shot up my spine and out my cock.

“Yes.” She moved with me now. “Yes.” Her voice was higher pitched.

I sped up my pace, unleashing myself into her. Pouring all my love and desire, my hopes and dreams, into this woman. A woman who took it all and who saw me as I was. Accepted me as I was. Loved me as I was.

She sagged against the wall, and I rested my head on her back. As we were still catching our breath, she giggled.

“That was fun.” She turned to face me, her smile bright.

“It was,” I said, pulling up my pants and righting my clothes. I helped her do the same before giving her a quick peck on the lips.

She took a sip of water before offering me some. I thanked her with another kiss and guzzled some down.

“I want to hear more about your meetings. Any news on our offer to purchase the site?”

I tried to tamp down my enthusiasm. “We got it.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest as she kissed me. “That’s so exciting! I can’t wait to get started on it.”

I kissed her again, loving her enthusiasm.

Lily and I would oversee the restoration of the Scotland property, mostly from afar. And we’d continue scouting additional locations for the new line, while working to restore our château.

“Oh, I heard from Jo,” Lily said. “She plans to come forles Journées du patrimoineagain.”

“Great. I’ll ask Carson to have the jet stop in New York to fuel and pick up Jo.”

Carson had relocated to France with us. He no longer worked for the Huxley brand; he worked directly for Lily and me. He was passionate about the château, and he lived in a small house in the village nearby with a French man he’d fallen in love with.

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