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I couldn’t have coordinated a better intimate moment.

I clenched my thighs, suddenly realizing how big of a mistake my saying yes to enjoying the evening with him was because. . .I was in deep trouble with this man.

And the night had only just begun.

Chapter six

Fingers, Lips, and Everything In Between

Rae

As the minutes passed, we indulged in a sensuous dance of feeding. Our exchange of bites and sips felt more like a seduction than a mere meal.

Every time I reached for a bite to place near his full lips, the act shifted to a divine ritual, like offering something precious to an intoxicating man who knew exactly how to savor.

His lips—plush, sensual, the kind of mouth that was made for slow kisses and filthy promises—would part just enough, accepting the food with a kind of quiet indulgence.

And then, just as I would compose myself from him being so sexy, he would tilt his head and passionately swipe along myfingertips with his tongue in the most tantalizing ways, sending heat straight to my core.

Mmmm. He’s doing that on purpose.

That much was clear.

And every time it happened, my breath hitched just a little more.

And my pussy kept on jumping, trying to get his attention.

She was already so wet.

So ready for him.

And trust me, I desperately wanted to act unaffected.

To keep the game light, to pretend that this was just playful teasing.

But every decadent slide of his tongue against my fingers, every flicker of his endearing gaze locking onto my mouth afterward, chipped away at my composure.

I was unraveling, and he fucking knew it.

Because Fabien—this too-damn-smooth Frenchman with a voice like silk and tongue that could probably ruin me—wasn’t just eating.

No.

He was devouring me in ways that had nothing to do with food.

Oh fuck.

The way he held my gaze, the way he exhaled just slightly after each taste, the way his fingers lingered against my mouth for a second too long—it was all a promise.

A sensual preview.

A slow, torturous build toward something inevitable.

And God, I wanted it.

Wanted him.

Desperately.

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