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Truth was, she had planned the fancy lunch date because she had something important to tell him. Knowing his knack for dramatic outrage, she had picked a public place, but seeing him look so tortured by his own problems made her bite her tongue. She would wait. She would explain things to Dmitri. Prince’s hand coming up to palm her breast a little too roughly made her think of Dmitri, the gentle way he handled her. Worshipped her body. She had told Prince that she was going to Paris for the launch of a new modeling academy, but that had not been the real reason. Paris had become a getaway spot for her and her secret lover.
“I want you so badly,” Prince groaned against her ear in a hoarse voice. He planted his hands on her waist, pulling her toward him with a rough jerk. He dipped one hand through her trousers, kneading her bottom, desperate to mesh her body with his.
“I want you too,” Angelique responded with less enthusiasm. “Can we take this to the bedroom?” she asked, pulling back to give him a pleading look. He was a few minutes from bending her over the dining table. The last time she had come away with bruises where the edge had dug into her thighs.
“No. Here. I want you here. Now.” He kissed the creamy mounds that rose from her bra, easing them down onto the kitchen floor. "I'm going to fuck you here," he said.He meant to prepare her, but the words emerged more like a warning.
"We have a huge bed, Prince," she gasped, surrendering to his insistent hands. “This is unsanitary!”
She tried to wrestle free from his hold, but he held her in his arms and dragged her back down to the floor. Their gazes locked, and she felt herself go pliant under him. His desperate hunger to have her had sparked a desire in her and she burned to taste him. She always forgot how good-looking he was, how his green eyes gleamed when he looked at her body. Their hands tore at each other’s clothes and everything else receded. She blistered under the grip of his hands against her neck, but she didn’t care. Prince needed no more encouragement as he delved into her welcoming mouth.
“I’ll have you here, Angel. I’ll have you anywhere I want.”
Angelique felt her arms glide up to lock themselves around his neck. Her body had a mind of its own, and it was hot for him. She deepened the kiss, skating and sliding and nipping at his mouth just the way she knew he liked it. Her fingers raked down his back as their movements grew in intensity. They ground against each other like they were stone against stone, each moan a torturous sound as they let their bodies tease each other. When Prince could take no more of it, he rose between her legs, fitting himself into her as she spread to accommodate him with a gasp. She relaxed as he pushed his hard dick into her soft wetness. He thrust into her again and withdrew, slowly at first, then growing as he semi-forced into her again and again, becoming as rapid as falling hail.
He looked down at her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her hips arching towards him, rising to meet each thrust.
“You are so beautiful,” he cried out. His body went stiff as he thrust into her one last time and poured himself into her. They lay there for a while, their breaths coming in little pants. Angelique scooted from under him and rolled to the side. She looked at him through half-open eyes, trying to fight the guilt she was now feeling.
“I’m going to wash up, then eat,” she said to his drowsy features. She rose from the floor, ignoring the clothes that lay tangled beneath him. His eyes were closed, and she knew he would fall asleep there, on the kitchen floor. She grabbed her phone from her purse together with the food bag off the counter and turned toward the stairway while taking a last check at the man sleeping soundly on the floor. She checked her message.
“Are you back safe, my love? I need you here with me. D”
THE END
