❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series
He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me.
Just when I think I can't take any more, he...
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P A R I S
It's a miracle I'm still standing because I'm so nervous I might faint. My stomach's been in knots all day, and despite the hours I've had to prepare, I'm still on edge. Seeing Luciano again after all this time has my nerves buzzing like electricity under my skin.
I've taken three showers today. The last one was over an hour ago, and I'm still burning up. It's well past midnight, and I'm still pacing the living room like a caged animal. I should be asleep—school's in the morning—but my nerves won't let me rest.
I've cleaned the whole house, flipped through a book, even tried to distract myself with schoolwork, but nothing helps. I promised myself I wouldn't be that girl, the one glued to the window like she's in some corny rom-com. And yet... here I am. Pacing. Peeking outside every five minutes. Restless and annoyed with myself. It's pathetic. I know it is. But I can't help it.
A faint engine rumble nearly makes me throw up my heart. It's him. I hurry to the window, careful not to let the curtain shift too much. A sleek black SUV glides to a stop in front of the house. The windows are tinted, but I know it's him. The headlights cut off. The door opens. He steps out and my mouth dries instantly.
Black slacks hugging strong thighs. A white dress shirt clinging to his body like it was made for him. Rolled sleeves showing forearms I've fantasized about more times than I care to admit. His dark hair is slicked back, exposing the sharp angles of his face. And then I see it.
No beard.
My lips part. I hadn't expected that. The beard always gave him that rugged, older edge. Without it, he looks younger, sleeker... but no less sexier.
I bite my lip and grip the curtain tighter as I track his every move. My heart is pounding so loudly in my ears I'm afraid I might go deaf. When he grabs his suitcases from the trunk and heads for the front door, my pulse spikes.
I force myself away from the window and check my reflection in the mirror near the entrance, pushing down the ridiculous wave of nerves trying to climb up my throat.
I smooth my hair, adjust the hem of my oversized t-shirt to look casual, and pretend like I haven't been preparing for this moment all day. My shorts cling high on my thighs—definitely too short—but I push the thought aside.
Too late to change now.
The lock clicks. I pull the door open just as Luciano steps inside and his cologne hits me like a punch to the throat. Sharp, clean, rich... masculine in a way that makes my knees go weak. It smells like power and sex and something I've missed way too much. I inhale without meaning to. It's borderline criminal how good he smells.
He freezes the second he sees me.
For a second, he just stands there, suitcase in one hand, keys in the other, eyes drinking me in like he wasn't expecting... this. I meet his gaze, and it takes everything in me not to melt under the weight of it. I hoped to get his attention with this outfit, and from the way his hazel eyes darken and his jaw tightens, I can tell I did.
