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She gasped under his kiss, and he brushed his lips down her neck, letting the sound roll through him.

“Luc . . .” Alyssa put a hand to his shoulder.

He was certain she meant to push him away. Instead, she gripped his hair in her fist and pulled him closer, her lips feathering across his jaw, her teeth nipping at his ear.

A shiver racked him. God, what was it about this woman? Around her, he couldn’t keep his head.

Or, he feared, his heart.

Alyssa raised to her knees above him and pushed him to his back. He went willingly, groaning when she ripped the sheet away from his body and fell on top of him, her mouth searing its way across his chest. She did those wicked little tricks with his nipples again, and damn if he wasn’t already so hard he couldn’t string a thought together.

When her hand drifted down his abdomen and her fingers circled his cock, he cried out.

“You like that?” she asked, all coy vixen as she stroked his length roughly.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Everyone else thinks you’re controlled. A great Southern gentleman.” She laughed. “You’re so not gentlemanly in the bedroom.”

Again, she stroked him up and down, her grasp tight, her pace blistering. When her thumb brushed the crest of his cock, his back arched and his eyes flew wide.
Jesus!

Alyssa redefined pleasure for him. Virtually every drop of blood in his body had pooled between his legs. The pressure was intense, and every stroke piled sensation on top of sensation.

Then she slid her way down his body.

“Not a good idea,” he croaked.

But his hands delved into her hair, holding her between his legs. He guided her to his cock.

At the first touch of her mouth, need spiked. He gritted his teeth. “Oh, God.”

Watch her; he had to. Luc didn’t want to miss a moment of her mouth on him. She batted her lashes, her blue eyes alive and electric, shocking him down to his core. That sweet red mouth opened, the plump lower lip the perfect resting place for his dick. Her tongue peeked out, swiping his head as if she licked a lollipop. Then she moaned and licked her lips—and he lost his mind.

“Suck it,” he demanded. “Put my cock in your mouth and suck hard.”

Instead, she raised a brow at him, then licked his balls, running a thumb up the length of his dick. Different sensations—ones that were like adding gasoline to the funeral pyre of his restraint.

“I don’t take orders. If I suck you, it will be when and how
I
want.”

His fists tightened in her hair. The woman was taunting him. Bad, bad move. His control was shot, body taut, teeth clenched as he tried to get it together. But she drew her tongue up his length again, grazing the sensitive crest with her teeth. He hissed in sizzling pleasure. He’d never been one for the painful edge of desire before, but the way Alyssa delivered it . . . Damn.

Taking himself in hand, he guided his cock to her mouth.

“Suck it now,” he snapped, his voice tight, strained. He’d apologize later. Right now he really needed to feel the wet silk of her mouth heating his cock to a fever.

The moment her tongue cradled his dick, Luc sucked in a sharp breath. The rush of sensation blistered its way through him, darting down his legs. Desire seared his entire body as Alyssa’s head bobbed up and down. Gorgeous sight.

She took him to the back of her throat, then eased out with a suction so strong, Luc nearly lost his mind. Her tongue flirted across his head as her fingernails dug into his thighs. Desire swelled, rapidly pushing the limits of his endurance and control. It had taken her maybe thirty seconds to bring him to the edge.
Fuck!
His breathing short-circuited. He fisted his hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Every flare of sensation and searing tingle worked against him. God, he couldn’t last long like this.

No, he wasn’t coming in her mouth. Her pussy. It had to be there. Very quickly, that had become his favorite place. As much as he loved her mouth and couldn’t wait to explore her ass again . . . he needed to be deep inside the most female part of her, pounding her through multiple orgasms before he finally let go.

But first, he’d repay the brazen witch for her teasing.

Lifting her off his cock, he heard an audible pop when he left her mouth. She reached for him again, whimpering in frustration.

“I wasn’t done,” she growled.

“You are for now. My turn.”

Anticipation scorched his system as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up past his hips, over his abdomen, raising her above his shoulders—and settling her thighs on either side of his face.

“Luc!” she protested.

He didn’t bother answering her. The scent of her musky tang pierced his system and revved up his desire. Blood sizzled in his veins as he grabbed her hips and lifted his head, swiping his tongue through the wet folds of her pussy until he reached her clit. Wet, swollen, hard.
Perfect
.

When he sucked it into his mouth, she released a high-pitched, ragged gasp and clutched the headboard as if she needed serious steadying. Luc smiled and ran the flat of his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh, my—Oh . . . Luc,” she panted. “That’s so—Damn! It’s fast. I can’t—”

He scraped his teeth over her clit gently . . . with just enough pressure to prove to her that, in fact, she could. Right that instant.

Alyssa screamed in pleasure, and it was the sweetest sound. Her release filled him with primal need and a satisfaction unlike any other. He’d always insisted on leaving partners sated, but this was both gratifying and frustrating. Incredible . . . but not enough. Not nearly.

Cream flowed from her body, and he was thrilled. She’d need it later, no doubt. But now he wanted more on his tongue. Much more.

Holding her in place with one hand at her hip, he ran the other up the inside of her thigh, then pressed a finger inside her. Her heat enveloped him instantly, her flesh clinging, still rippling with the aftereffects of her climax.

“No more playing around. Just fuck me.”

Not until she was good and ready. Not until he dismantled whatever wall she’d erected between them. Not until her body had completely surrendered.

Luc didn’t bother with words. Instead, he slid two fingers into her pussy. Tight. God, every time he got inside her it was a delicious struggle he always looked forward to. Today would be even better because she was still swollen from their last encounter.

With a twist of his wrist, he finally submerged his fingers inside her. A few seconds and a bit of fondling later, he found that sensitive smooth spot that drove her mad and rubbed unmercifully as he set his mouth back on her clit.

She gasped, grabbing the sheets around her, her body bowing as she tried to absorb the sensations.

Against his fingers and tongue, he could feel her flesh grow more slick and swollen. Her breath began to catch; then she moaned.

“Luc. Oh, Luc. Please . . . It’s too much. Too big. Oh!”

In that moment, he wanted to deliver the kind of pleasure that would devastate her, break her will to resist him ever again.

He rolled her clit around on his tongue like candy, swiping it from top to bottom, side to side. Her sleek thighs tightened, her fists on the headboard grew more frantic, and her folds swelled so beautifully. Luc pulled his mouth away for a moment to look at her.
Yes!
Her flesh throbbed, an angry red that demanded fulfillment.

She breathed a moment of relief—until that itchy, achy feeling caught up to her and made its demands known.

Then she whimpered. “Luc!”

“Don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No. Please, no.”

That was all the cue he needed. Grinning, he settled his mouth around her clit once more and sucked in. With teeth and tongue, he worked her, scraping her with pleasure until her whole body tightened, then pulsed. She keened out a release that stripped her throat raw.

Satisfaction spiked through Luc. God, he loved a job well-done.

But he wasn’t through with her yet.

He urged her down his body, spreading her legs wider with his knees, holding his waiting cock up with his other hand.

“Wait!” She sounded as though she was trying to catch her breath. “Condom? We . . . forgot last time.”

He’d been too busy and overwhelmed to think of it.

Luc hesitated, then finally said, “I’m clean.”

“I am, too, but not on birth—”

Surging up, he covered her mouth with his. No need to let her finish that sentence. Didn’t matter, and he didn’t want to think about it, much less confess his sterility. He probably should wear a condom with her . . . but taking Alyssa bareback was a sublime experience he couldn’t forgo.

For a second, she struggled against the kiss, but he persisted, devouring her in a slow fire that soon had her meeting him, melting against him, her mouth every bit as hungry.

Burning up inside, he pushed her down the last few inches, onto his erection.

The slide in was a bit easier this time than last. Still a struggle. Still every bit as hot and devastating as he’d come to expect. The friction made him cross-eyed, ripped a moan from his throat. He gritted his teeth to hold himself together, especially when she gasped and grabbed his hair. Staving off all the sensation became doubly difficult when she writhed on top of him, ensuring that the head of his cock bumped her cervix. He couldn’t be in deeper.

It was amazing. No, fucking amazing.

“That good, sugar?”

Alyssa whimpered her answer. He smiled. Then lifted her in a slow withdrawal.

As he thrust into his first stroke, pleasure burned his gut, gripped his cock. Totally overwhelming. He’d wanted this to be yearning and unforgettable. Now she’d overloaded him on desire and he just had to hope he didn’t become a battering ram. She must come again. Despite his skyrocketing need, that wasn’t negotiable.

Tightening his hands on her hips, he began to fuck her in deep, hard strokes, his entire body tightening, sizzling, with the feel of her all around him. One thrust after another, coming faster . . . faster. He couldn’t get enough, feel enough. Being with her . . . The sex was so much more than just sex. Intense, incredible. Holding back the pleasure got more difficult with every lunge inside her lush body, especially as she tightened around him, gasping and mewling.

“Yes!” she cried in his ear as she brought her body flush against his. “Luc . . . Oh, God!”

Hearing her scream his name was killing his self-control. He wanted to lavish pleasure on her for hours, days. But the heat was combustive, burning him up with liquid fire. The pressure, the need, gnawed at his composure. Still, he vowed to take Alyssa with him.

Her breast bobbed in front of his mouth, and he took its tender tip in and sucked. She arched her back, pressing her nipple against his tongue.

Against her flesh, he whispered, “Come for me.”

“Yes,” she sobbed and clamped down on his cock.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls tightened. Thankfully, Alyssa was with him, gripping him tight with her pussy, then milking him with hard pulses and desperate kisses across his face, her arms tight around his neck. Luc clung to her while he surged inside her as deep as possible and nudged her cervix.

For a greedy, unguarded moment, he imagined Alyssa wearing his ring, beside him in bed every night, in their house, with
his
child swelling her belly. The thought burst the damn of his self-control and orgasm crashed over him. The vision still dancing in his head, he exploded deep in her body.

After the last shudder, his brain kicked in. What a fucking ridiculous fantasy—for so many reasons.

As soon as Alyssa caught her breath, she slumped against him. Though he shouldn’t, Luc reveled in the feel of their heartbeats chugging against each other, the lax, trusting drape of her body over his. He brushed a hand up and down her damp back, soothing.

“You okay, sugar?”

Her head snapped up, and she rolled off him to sit at the edge of the bed. “Fine.”

She sounded more exhausted and confused, and he couldn’t quite forget that the last words out of her mouth before he’d seduced her were to end whatever was happening between them.

Fat chance, especially now. Luc wasn’t done with her. She wasn’t out of his system. That sneaky vision of his fantasy future proved it. If anything, she was burrowed deeper, telling him that he’d have to work harder to get over her in three days. Already, his mind turned with ideas. He just prayed they worked.

INSIDE Bonheur, the kitchen staff bustled with the end of the dinner service. All evening, Alyssa had walked every square inch of the dining room and patio to ensure everything was perfect, her guests satisfied. She glanced at her watch. Less than ten minutes before the doors closed on her first real—and very successful—night of business.