Page 61 of Closer

She pouts. “I did not know where you were.”

“I had to help Margaux secure a hook-up in the village.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” I pull away. “I bought you a present.”

“Why?”

“Because I saw them and thought of you.”

“Oh.” She smiles coyly. “Well, what is it?”

I turn and take the bag from the dresser, pulling out the long black velvet box. Brie’s eyes widen. The panic on her face makes me think I shouldn’t have gone back for this gift. It’s too much, and she clearly thinks I’m a maniac.

“You bought me jewellery?” She sounds incredulous. I flip open the box. Her eyes grow wider. “Pearls?”

“Black pearls.”

“They’re lovely, but I have nowhere to wear them.”

I pull the long strand from the box and toss it on the floor.She’s freaking out. This is what I get for being a goddamn gentleman. I give her a salacious grin and raise the long strand through my hands.

“That’s okay. Where they’re going no one will see them but me.” She frowns as if she doesn’t comprehend my meaning. “Take off your dress and lie down.”

I told Margaux I was going to be a gentleman. I didn’t say what kind.

Brielle makes a face. She hates it when I tell her what to do, but there’s a part of me that knows she gets off on it too. She does as I ask, pulling her sundress over her head and tossing it on the floor. Her hair falls in a glossy curtain around her face and breasts, and I push it back over her shoulder and tug it, yanking her head back and exposing her neck to me. I run my tongue along the line of her milky flesh and let the pearls unravel in my hands. They clang together, breaking the silence of the room. “Lie down.”

“You’re always so bossy.” God, I love her motherfucking accent. I’ll never be able to hear a French woman speak again without my dick getting hard.

“I have a feeling you love it when I’m bossy, Brielle.”

“I love when you say my name,” she whispers, and then her eyes widen as if she hadn’t meant for that to slip out. I grin. “Do not smirk at me, Levi Quinn.”

I lean in and whisper in a command. “Lie. The fuck. Down.”

She glares, and with an angry pout, she lays back on the bed. I climb over her, spreading her legs apart, finding her already wet. “Stop smirking.”

“Shut up, or you don’t get your surprise.”

“I already got my surprise. You bought me pearls.”

“That’s not the surprise,” I say, playfully slapping her tits. “It’s what I plan to do with them.”

Her brows pinch together. “What do you plan to do with them?”

“If you quit talking, you might just find out.”

An impatient huff comes from her, and I take one end of the loop of pearls and place it in my mouth, then I lower my hand and slowly push them inside her body. She hisses out a ragged breath. Once I have a decent length inside, I slowly drag them out. One by one, pulling them up through her lips so that they slide across the slick flesh around her clitoris, essentially jerking her off. She comes in seconds, screaming for God again. When her body settles, and her pink flesh calms she opens her eyes and pleads, “Again, please?”

How could I say no?

“I told you that you’d like your gift.”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

I laugh. “A little thing I like to call Porn Hub, babe. Taught me practically everything I know.”

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