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Even though I’m completely exposed, I don’t feel vulnerable. Any of my earlier insecurities are nonexistent as his hands roam over my body, not stopping until he cups my breasts. He pinches my nipple just enough that I arch into him as the sensation takes over, and a moan is ripped from my throat.

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Victor rasps out. And even as he says the words, his hardened cock presses into my stomach.

He keeps his even gaze on me, waiting for my consent.

I reach for his belt buckle and undo it without breaking eye contact. “I want this.”

He allows me to undo his slacks but stops me from pulling them down. “Tonight is about you and your pleasure,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

A shiver works its way down my spine, and I nod. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. The movement, though it should feel awkward, is the most natural thing in the world. Lowering his head, he presses his mouth against mine, and even though I’ve already drunk a little bit of liquor, his kiss is one thousand times more intoxicating. If I could, I’d taste his mouth all night.

He moves into the bedroom with our lips still fused and kicks the door shut behind us. Then suddenly he’s lowering me onto the bed, and he crawls onto the edge. He peels off my panties as if he’s unwrapping a present.

I lie here, fully exposed while he’s still dressed. As I’m about to protest, he spreads my legs and takes in the sight of me. “You’re even more perfect than I’ve dreamed.”

His heated gaze flicks up to mine, and I release a whimper of anticipation. Squirming, I try to wait for him to touch me, but he continues to soak me up.

“Victor, please,” I say, hoping to propel him into action. But he still doesn’t move. “I need you to touch me.”

He growls and runs his hands up the inside of my thighs. I shiver again. “I’m sorry. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege to see.”

Heat blooms down my neck, and I wiggle under his touch. No one has ever made me feel so seen, so desirable. Before I can say anything, his fingers brush against my entrance. He didn’t do anything except a little tease, but my hips instinctively buck.

“Please,” I rasp out. At this point, I’m not above begging. “I need you.”

My words must propel him into action. He pushes a finger inside of my pussy, and I close my eyes. Everything within my body lights up, and I moan so loudly I’d be embarrassed if we didn’t have the entire floor to ourselves.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he says, his voice husky. “Is this what you’ve needed all along?”

I nod, but my hips jerk again as he shoves another finger inside. He sets a steady rhythm, but it still isn’t enough. “Please, I want all of you.”

I meet him, pushing my hips upward to get even more friction. My head lolls backward as he rams a third finger inside. His motions don’t slow as if he’s trying to show me that all he needs is his fingers to get me off.

I-I want your cock,” I say in case he misunderstood, but he doesn’t slow. No, instead he increases his speed even more, and I keep my hips up so he can get as deep as possible. “Fuck, Victor!”

“My name on your lips sounds perfect,” he says as he takes his second hand and flicks at my clit.

I scream out. As he continues to play with my clit while fingering me, something starts to build up inside me. Molten lava pools in my belly. And then he does it. He crooks his fingers just slightly, hitting my G-spot. I tumble over the edge, unable to control myself, and my orgasm comes slamming into me so hard I scream for an eternity—or ten seconds—but at this point I can’t tell. Victor works his way up the bed, not stopping as the waves keep coming over me. When I scream out again, he clamps his mouth over mine as if swallowing up the sound to keep it for later.

His maneuvers slow as my orgasm subsides, and I take a deep breath. As my mind clears, I start to cover myself, remembering he’s still clothed. When he catches sight of my movement, he pushes off the bed and goes to the dresser on the far wall. He pulls out what looks like pajamas and hands them to me.

I don’t question him. As I’m getting changed, he heads to the living room. It almost feels as if he’s trying to give me privacy even though he’s seen me completely naked. His every move, every action is carefully considered.

Once I’m in his pajamas, I dive under the blankets, and a few minutes later, Victor comes back with two glasses of wine. He hands me one and turns on the TV. He’s acting so natural I almost question if I dreamed up what we just did, but the quenched ache between my thighs reminds me it was real.

We are real.

Chapter 23

Serenity

The sound of birds chirping outside wakes me up the next morning. My bed is plush, and I don’t have a little body flopped on top of me or curls in my mouth. I pry my eyes open and take in the dimly lit hotel room. The curtains are partially open, allowing a sliver of sunlight to peek inside. Victor’s jacket is still laid over the computer chair in the corner. And within that seat is the man himself. He types something on his laptop keyboard, unaware I’m awake.

Shit. Shit. Shit!

I only have a few minutes to compose myself before he turns around and realizes I’m awake.

Everything about last night pops into my brain. How I initiated. How I finally let go and … and … I roll over and bury my face in my fluffy pillow. Shoving those thoughts away, I try to focus on anything other than the mind-blowing orgasm. I wasn’t supposed to actually let him touch me during our marriage. He didn’t even ask for anything in return.