Page 85 of Eat Slay Love

I ran a hand down the smooth expanse of her back, watching as her muscles tensed beneath my touch.

Her skin, warm and soft, shivered under my palm.

Her ass was divine. Full, round, thick in a way that made my mouth water, my cock twitch, my little bit of control shatter.

I’d always had a weakness for beautiful things—fine art, rare sculptures, the kind of luxury that took years of meticulous craftsmanship to create.

But this?

This was the kind of perfection that was entirely natural. The kind that no artist could ever replicate, no sculptor could ever mold, no painter could ever do justice.

And she was mine to worship.

My fingers traced the dimples on her lower back, lingering over the small, shadowed indentations that made her ass even more hypnotizing.

“Look at you,chérie,” I murmured, dragging my thumb along the dip where her back met her ass. “How did I get so fucking lucky?”

She squirmed slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Rae.”

“Yes?”

"You need to cancel that flight.”

She chuckled.

I frowned. “I’m not laughing.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “I have a sexy scene in my film to prepare for—”

“You have all of my sexy scenes to be the leading lady in for the rest of this year.”

She blinked in horror. “Year?”

“What do you think this is? A fling? You’re mine now. I’m taking you to Paris.”

She chuckled.

Completely serious, I stared at her. “I’m not joking.”

And as much as I wanted to just forget about the conversating and stuff my aching cock into her, I knew that we needed to get this settled, because when I slipped into her pussy. . .I knew I would be completely hers.

Damn it. We must. . .talk. . .

A sudden surge of unknown darkness pierced my chest like a blade, slicing through the very core of my being. The rawness and intensity of fear consumed me, twisting and contorting every nerve in my body until I was almost paralyzed with terror.

It was the sort of horror that rushed in when a man realized he was standing at the edge of something dangerous, something he could not control.

I was already falling, already sinking too deep into her, and if she wasn’t serious aboutme—if this was nothing more than a fling to her—then I was walking straight into devastation.

Because the moment we sat down in Alchemy and began talking, I had seen it all too clearly in my mind, the way our lives would unfold.

A slow, inevitable path from dating to engagement to marriage.

A future that I had never cared to imagine before, not with any woman, not until now.

And if she weren’t serious, if I were theonly oneseeing it—then I would have to find a way to pull myself back before she ruined me completely.

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