“So, where to tomorrow?”he asked as he set a plate of pasta before her.
Wearing only one of his button-up shirts, the tantalizing scents of tomato and garlic made her mouth water.“Are you going to cook this good when we get home?”
“I’ll prepare you some delicious French cuisine,” he promised.
“You have many hidden talents, Mr.Chevelier.”
“In the kitchen and in the bedroom,” he boasted with a wink.
She laughed.The dish turned out to be quite tasty, the sauce a nice blend of sweet tomatoes and spices.
Max poured two glasses of red wine and clinked hers.“You never answered my question.”
“About tomorrow?”
He nodded.
“Hmm.TheD’Orsay.And Picasso.Oh, and I read there’s a Dali exhibit near theSacre Coeur...”
Max gave a half-strangled choke as he chose, at that moment, to take a drink.“All in one day?”
She only grinned and shrugged.
He raised a brow.“What about the Eiffel Tower?Most people who come to Paris hit that first.”
“Of course, but not tomorrow.How about the Louvre?I mentioned it earlier, but I really meant I want to see the Mona Lisa.”
“How about we take the long way there?Anything you for you, baby.”
She placed her elbow on the table, then rested her chin on her palm.“Anything?”
“There’s a devilish glint in your eye.So, what do you want?”
“I want you to take a shower with me.”
Max immediately dropped his utensils and darted toward her.Laughing as he scooped her up, she twined her arms around his neck and kissed his jaw.Once he reached the bathroom, he dropped her legs and turned on the shower.Steam swirled around them.He lifted the shirt over her head, letting it fall to the ground.He lifted her and sat her bare bottom on the counter ledge near the sink.The mirror fogged.All thought disappeared.Their breaths mingled as their mouths met, tasting, twisting.He cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing along her nipples before slipping lower to tease her thighs open.Both thumbs rubbed her cunt, pressing into her slit with circular movements.
He wasn’t gentle but at that moment she didn’t want him to be.She needed him—quick, urgent and rough.She urged him on with breathy sounds of pleasure, skimming her own fingers over his chest and down that delicious ass of his.He had on silky pajama pants and she pulled impatiently at the soft material.He must have understood her unspoken need because he moved slightly away to push them down, freeing his hard cock.
“You’re mine, Quinn.”He gently bit her shoulder, then licked at the sting.“My lover.My partner.My wife.Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispered.
He kissed up her neck to nibble on her earlobe.“Damn right you are.Just like I’m yours.I’ve always been yours, Quinn, from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
His possessive declaration sent a jolt through her body, and it lit her world up.This was how it was meant to be.How it wassupposedto be.The reason her old boyfriends never worked was because she never wanted their ownership.With Max, though, a little voice had whispered in her ear long ago that she wouldn’t mind being his.The only reason she never acted on her attraction was because she wasn’t a cheater and he was her boss.
He took hold of his big dick and lined it up against her slit.They stared into each other’s eyes as he pushed forward.Slowly, he eased inch after inch into her pussy, stretching her like no one else had before.She took every inch of him and loved it because there was something sinfully sexy about the way he thrust into her, keeping her on the cusp of a climax, that drove her crazy.
Over and over, he plowed into her, and she pushed back.She flung her head back as he rode her, hard, on the counter between his shaving cream can and her toothbrush.A hand went behind her, against the mirror, steadying them as she raised her legs to wrap around him.
“God, you feel good,” he rumbled into her ear.“Yes ...squeeze me...Mon Dieu...”
He returned one thumb to where they joined, hitting the soft nub of her and stimulating that with every thrust.She moaned as she exploded in a gazillion pieces.
“I’m going to come,” he hissed in pleasure.“I’m going to fill you up, wife.”
He grabbed her hips, holding them as he moaned deep in his throat, almost guttural, and stiffened.Their spasms rocked together and he collapsed against her, his sweaty forehead dropping onto her shoulder and her own head leaning back against the mirror.She wanted so badly to say she loved him, and had to bite her bottom lip to hold it in.
