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My heart beats faster every time he speaks. He wants me, and he wants me now.
My body is ready for him. So, what’s my hesitation? Oh, yeah, I’m in love with him.
Having sex with him will pull me in deeper. Henri is professing desire and sexual
frustration. Not love. His amber eyes plead with me. My arms fall away, but my
position remains the same. He nuzzles my neck then kisses me on my temple.

“Please, Sanya.” His lips hover above mine. Our eyes lock as he presses my hand
against his erection. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
He’s warm and hard under my hand. My resolve shatters. Fuck it. Lust is close
enough to love right now. I turn to him. His lips close over mine. Gentle at first. I
reciprocate, and his kiss turns ravenous. I moan into his mouth and brace my hand
against his hard chest. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his tank, giving me
access to his amazing torso. I rub it reverently. I place a few kisses on his chest before
he reclaims my mouth.
His kisses are magic, and I’m not sure how I’ve gone this long without them.
We only kissed that one time on the beach. Not once during the weekend sexfest
did our lips meet. Our lips did a lot of other things, but not kiss each other.
“If you are true to your routine, you’re not wearing anything underneath this
shirt.” I’m shocked from his knowledge of my routines. It gives me hope that his

interest in me is more than sex.
“Not a stitch.”
He growls and slides his tongue in my mouth. He pushes my body back until
my head lands on one of the pillows. I feel him tugging on the tie of his pajama
bottoms. There is an urgency to his movements. A nervous energy flows through
him. Henri’s desire-filled eyes lock with mine. Something significant passes
between us. I don’t have time to analyze the unspoken because he buries himself
inside of me. His hand squeezes my right breast over my shirt.
“Uh…finally,” he moans. “You’re so fucking wet, so right.”
Bolts of pleasure shoot through me. I’ve wanted this for so long, I impatiently
buck my hips against him. His mouth is on mine again -each lick and nibble shoot
to my core. The kiss on the beach was sexy. This one is dirty; he fucks my mouth
with his tongue as he pumps into my body.
He breaks the kiss and grabs my hips. He thrusts deep. My nails dig into his
back. I moan hard. I feel him all over.
“Oh, Sanya…”