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Chapter 34

Henri
I
slam the door closed on my condo. My lips never leaving Sanya’s. I hoist her
up on my countertop. We attack each other with our hands and tongues.
We’re both two big sense receptors. Touching. Tasting.
Feeling. She pulls at my shirt, and I make it disappear. My undershirt goes with
it. She mews as she rubs me. I love her reaction to me; it spirits my almost desperate
need for her. I pull her closer to the edge of the counter and grind into her heat.
“Ah, fuck…” she moans. Her nails bite my naked shoulders. “Lose the shoes
and pants, Henri.”
I move to do her bidding. She wiggles off the counter and disappears into the

living room.
“The socks, too. Leave the underwear for now ... ” I go to find her; she’s
standing in the middle of the den still fully clothed.
“Why am I the only one nearly naked?” I ask, my voice rough with arousal. She
pushes me down onto the couch. She stands in front of me looking so damn sexy
it hurts. I want her naked. I reach for her, and she shakes her head.
“Not yet, Henri.” She pairs her phone with my wireless speaker. “I do believe
you had a special request.”
She presses play on her phone, and Tank’s song “When We” floats through
the air. I growl. If there is such a thing as dying from arousal. I’m sure I’m about to
find out.
She gyrates slowly to the beat as she unzips her top. She turns her back to me
while she slips the top off her shoulders. One, then the other. Sanya doesn’t let it
fall to the floor. She looks over her shoulder at me as Tank moans about rough sex.