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She shoots me a seductive smile and starts unbuttoning. I watch greedily as my favourite pale pink lace bra comes into view. I drag my teeth over my bottom lip.
‘Fuck.’ I flex my hips under her. ‘You really did mean business, didn’t you?’
‘Never underestimate me,’ she says, making quick work of her buttons.
I shake my head. ‘Believe me, sweetheart, I won’t.’
She gets all the buttons open, and I take a moment to appreciate her flawless body as I slide the dress down over her shoulders. I reach around and unclasp her bra, and holy fuck. Her breasts are full and lush and the perfect weight for my hands when I greedily cup them, strumming my thumbs over her perfect pink nipples and watching with delight as they harden under my touch.
There’s no part of this woman I could have lived without. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. All this time, I should have been coming clean and begging her to stick with me and promising her that I’d give her the world if I couldn’t give her kids, but like a total muppet I ran for the hills and found a cave of misery and buried myself in it.
I exhale heavily. ‘Fuck, I’ve missed your tits so much. You’re so beautiful.’
She sucks in a breath through her teeth and grinds down more heavily on me. ‘Roll them harder, Charlie. Oh God, just like that.’
‘You need to take it easy on me,’ I warn her. ‘I won’t last.’
She grabs my belt buckle and gets it open in record time. ‘Been punishing that wrist of yours much?’ she enquires sweetly as she unbuttons my shorts.
‘You know I have,’ I grunt. I don’t mention that almost every climax has brought tears, too.
‘Well, you can give it a rest now. Because I’m here to help.’ She tugs down the waistband of my boxer briefs, freeing my erection and closing her hand around it, and holy fuck. I arch off the sofa in ecstasy.
‘Off,’ I order.
She releases me and stands, an utter fucking vision in just her little pink panties, and I grab her hips and press a kiss to her stomach, peeling them down her legs before I stand and lose my shorts and underwear. I yank my shirt off and pull her to me, the sensation of skin on skin along the entire length of our bodies probably the best feeling of my life.
My cock strains against her stomach as I run my hands over her skin and kiss her deeply. Like I want to shut out every part of the world that isn’t her. Disappear inside her body.
‘Bed,’ I say, and I grab her under her ass, pulling her up into my arms. She wraps her legs around me and giggles into the crook of my neck.
‘You seem to have lost the power of speech.’
‘Ug,’ I grunt, and she giggles again. I set off up the stairs with Elodie wrapped around me like a koala, and damn if I don’t feel euphoric.
CHAPTER 43
Elodie
Charlie lays me on the bed and crouches over me, nudging my legs apart so he can kneel between them, framing my face with his forearms. I inhale sharply at the view. Tanned skin showcasing lean muscle. Dark hair looking perfectly just-fucked at my hands. A lock falling over his forehead. Blue eyes glittering dangerously as they rake over my body.
I don’t think I could have lasted another minute without this man.
He dips his head and brushes his lips against mine.
‘So. Fucking. Perfect.’
‘You are too,’ I gasp. His erection hangs thick and heavy between us, coating my stomach with moisture and reminding me of the delights to come.
As if I could forget.
‘I need you to know, sweetheart’—he circles a nipple idly—‘that every second away from you was torture. Fucking torture. School. The palace. So I have a lot of lost time to make up for. Understand?’
He increases the pressure on my nipple, and an ache builds.
‘Yes,’ I whimper.
‘I had to survive without this.’
