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“Tonight you won’t have time to think about anyone but me,” he vowed.

She never did anyway, but he didn’t understand that. Yet.

“So many sinful things I want to do to you, but . . .” He cradled her head in his hands, and she met his stare in the dark, drowning. “I have to be inside you.”

Alyssa tried to nod, but he held her too tightly, pinned beneath the lush heat of his body and her own desire. She panted, wanting, waiting . . .

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She’d closed her eyes. She wasn’t sure when. Didn’t matter . . . Now she opened them.
Bing!
Their gazes connected, and her heart followed. That wild sense of connection, of belonging, slammed her. She could no more escape his glittering dark eyes than she could her own craving for him.

“I already feel you all through my body. How is that fucking possible? Again?”

He didn’t answer his own question and didn’t let her try. She merely marveled that he felt it as well.

Then she thought nothing as he grabbed her hips and surged forward, burying as much of his cock inside her as he could. She grunted at the delicious intrusion. Already, she felt full with him and knew he was halfway in—if that. His back stiffened. He cursed, wriggling his hips.

“Always so tight,” he groaned. “God, you’re killing me. You relaxed for me, sugar?”

His gaze was like the darkest syrup, sweetening her, melting her, covering her. She focused on loosening up, letting him in.

He eased back, then surged in again, this time a bit farther. She gasped at his steely penetration, at her pleasure-pain.

“That’s it.” Voice strained, Luc gripped her hips with biting fingers. “Relax. It’s going to feel so good.”

Alyssa sensed he was on the very edge of his control. And she couldn’t wait for him to lose it.

Beneath him, she writhed, lifted up, taking him a fraction deeper. After months without sex, it burned . . . but felt oh so good. No one had ever made her love sex like Luc. No one else had ever made her feel her heart during the act, either.

“Yessss,” he hissed, gripping her tighter still.

Finally, he slid deeply and completely inside her.

The feel of him buried in her body unleashed a fresh surge of need—and a flood of warmth in her chest. As their gazes connected again, she flashed back to their first night together and a rush of memories swamped her—all dripping pleasure.

But as he nearly withdrew from her body, she clung to him, tonight took sensation to a whole new level.

Luc eased his arms under Alyssa, up the length of her back, hands curving over the tops of her shoulders. Then with a roar, he thrust deep. Once. Twice. Then she lost count.

The sensation lit her up, then exploded through her body. She absorbed the power of his surge by moving with him, opening to him completely with a cry.

More warmth flooded her chest as the ache behind her pussy converged. Her legs wrapped around him as she tried to grip him tighter, keep him closer. He groaned, panted, sinking deeper, then deeper still.

Luc picked up speed, setting a hard rhythm. His stare drilled into her as his cock did, never wavering. Every thought and sensation flowed from his body to hers, then back again. And Alyssa knew he could read her every feeling, too. As soon as a reaction hit her body, he adjusted to take advantage of it, deepen it, exploit it.

Dear God, she was beginning to unravel. The fortitude and pain, caution and fear, that had held her together for years were coming apart. Yes, she’d come for Luc before, but this . . . this was reaching inside her to claw out something she never shared with anyone. He was going to take the pleasure from her, steal it right out of her soul without permission or apology.

She tensed. Could she give that much of herself to him?

“Luc . . .” Alyssa squeezed her eyes shut.

Too intimate. Too real. Too deep. He was everywhere. Why hadn’t she had a lover in the months since him? Or in the years before him? Because no one else made her feel as if sex was anything more than a cross between an obligation and a bodily function. Even if she’d let every customer who came to the club have his way with her, Luc alone could take her apart, fill her with something so persistent and sweet and yearning, then remake her.

“Look at me!” he demanded under the relentless pound of his body.

And that compelling voice . . . No way she could ignore him.

Biting her lip and bracing for the rush of feeling, Alyssa did as he asked. She connected with his probing dark stare just as he rammed home.

Energy shifted, gathered, turned nuclear inside of her. Then she exploded.

Clawing at Luc, screaming his name, she burst into a million pieces, her heart beating for him, her soul scattered utterly by mind-bending pleasure. He rode her through the orgasm from crest to blast, pulling back as it coalesced into a tender ache that had her sobbing.

This time, like last, Luc used that as his cue to continue plundering her into the ultimate pleasure.

THE morning sun soaked the sheer curtains and hardwood floors. Gasping in a raspy breath, Luc pulsed up into the heat of Alyssa’s pussy again as she rode him. She moaned and clung to him, her nails raking his chest. Above him, she looked like a sensual nymph, nubile, striking, built for pleasure. She’d long ago seared through his restraint and good intentions. Again, he’d lost every shred of control, and as he drowned again in the fierce ramp from pleasure to orgasm, he was caught in her trap. And he hungered for it.

Her mussed pale hair swung around her, some ends clinging to her waist. The shorter ones around her face flirted with her hard nipples, which he still hadn’t been able to get enough of. Even now they beckoned.

Throwing his arms around her, he pulled her close, then anchored a hand at her nape. The other clutched the small of her back, controlling the arch. Yes . . . Right there. Again, he had the tempting little nipple on his tongue, his teeth scoring it just enough to sting. She hissed, then tightened on his cock.

“Come again.”

He’d been demanding her pleasure all night, and she’d been giving it with utter abandon. It was never enough. He needed to see her again now, desire parting her lips and making her whimper. He craved the feel of her clamping down on him and hearing her scream his name.

She’d grown hoarse hours ago, her flesh swollen to the point that every thrust was work. Luc had driven her to orgasm so many times, he’d lost count. He’d fallen over the cliff into a fiery pit of pleasure three times, saturating her every time, reveling with a primitive need to mark her that he’d stopped questioning. An odd relief poured through him each time he spilled himself deep inside her. No, he couldn’t get her pregnant, but damned if he wouldn’t fill her up anyway.

“Luc.” Alyssa sobbed
his
name.

Triumph spiked through him, followed by another insane urge to mark her. He laved one of her nipples again, then the other. Her pussy became sublimely, blisteringly tight. The fact she was so close urged him on.

He fit his mouth over hers, forcing her lips wide under his, and sank in as far as possible. The cadence of his kiss matched the rhythm of his thrusts as they strained together toward a cataclysm so powerful, it would likely devastate them both.

He pursued it with reckless abandon.

His body was about to give out, and he was furious. Hours upon hours he’d spent delving her, but he hadn’t tasted her cream with his tongue until she cried out in surrender. Nor had he worked his way into that tight, perfect ass. Tomorrow. No, later today. He would do both. But tonight, once he’d gotten deep within her wet folds, he’d single-mindedly submerged himself and watched her come apart in his arms.

“Come again, sugar. For me.”

He tiled her hips until they pressed completely against his, then rubbed her up and down his cock, forcing friction on her clit. Alyssa undulated with him, her groans becoming whimpers that turned to a plea, then . . .

“Luuuucccc!”
She screamed his name as if it were a twenty-syllable word as her cunt clamped down on him. He used all the strength in his arms and thighs to keep her moving.

The pleasure was excruciating, scorching, beyond anything he’d ever experienced—or imagined. The sensations roiling around inside him melded into a tight ache in his balls. Then, primed, the orgasm began to explode.

Luc grabbed her tighter, clutching her hair, throwing an arm around her waist.
Oh, fucking hell
. This was going to bring him to his knees. Destroy him. It swelled and built and converged, big as a mountain, powerful as an earthquake.

“Alyssa,” he gasped. “Oh, God. Shit. I can’t . . . Oh, my—” To merge with her in every way possible; it was his most basic instinct. He slammed his mouth over hers and dove into the sweet heat.

The orgasm flattened him.

As everything inside him crashed around his heart, he held her tighter, burying his face in her neck while the storm raged inside him. “
Yes!
Lys, yes . . .”

His heartbeat thundered in his ears, and he felt nothing but blinding ecstasy. And Alyssa.

Long minutes later, exhaustion pounded him. Bitter reality roared in. She was still a stripper, likely with another lover. He still needed to find a suitable wife. And he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any woman in his life.

Slowly, he lifted his head as Alyssa stroked his hair and tried to catch her breath.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

She bit her lip, then glanced at him, her face flushed with satisfaction.

His gut clenched, even as a drugging call to sleep rolled through his veins. “What are we doing?”

Her mouth tightened. Her eyes grew guarded. “Just fucking.”

Were they? Really? Because for long minutes—hours—he’d forgotten every other woman in the world. He’d wanted to grab this one and never let go.

Alarm bells went off in his head. Luc knew he should say something . . .

Before he could, exhaustion claimed him.

“
A
RE you going to tell me what the hell happened?” Tyler barked.

Alyssa winced at the thought. Lingering over the act of drawing back the blinds at Bonheur to let in the midday sun, she tried to decide what to say.

Finally, she turned to him. “Nothing.”

It was a huge lie. The most shatteringly pleasurable night of her life reduced to one trite word. If she hadn’t been going to hell already, the lie would have put her there.

He arched a tawny brow. “The shadows under your eyes have bags so large they could pack for a trip to Europe. As soon as we got to Sexy Sirens this morning, you shut yourself into your bedroom. I fucking heard you cry. I don’t have to be a genius to figure out that since you spent last night with that short-order loser, maybe something went down.”

“Tears are no big deal.” Except Luc didn’t love her. They were just fucking, and she’d just charged down the path to a big, ol’ heartache with no idea how to backpedal.

“You didn’t cry for your mother, but you cry for this prick? Baby, c’mon. You never call me at eight thirty in the morning unless it’s an emergency. While you were getting coffee, I peeked in your guest room. The bed was perfectly made. Only other bed in that house is yours.” Tyler crossed his arms over his chest, his glare pure pissed off. “Given that, you calling me not long after the crack of dawn is significant.
Now
do you want to tell me what the hell happened?”

The bastard was too observant. “No.”

“You had sex with him.”

Amazing, relentless sex. Why confirm the obvious?

Alyssa moved to the next window and focused on the blinds.

“Goddamn it!” Tyler spoke through clenched teeth. “Did he hurt you?”

“Tyler, just leave it.”

“Hell, no! If he hurt you, if he
forced
you, I’ll bust him up—”

“No. We were mutually consenting adults, and that is the end of this conversation.”

Suddenly, Tyler was across the room and his arms were around her. He really was her best friend these days and it would be so easy to lean on him. But so unfair to him.

“You don’t have to be strong all the time,” he whispered. “Tell me. I’ll help however I can.”

She cupped his cheek in her hand. “You can’t. But I appreciate you more than you know.”

He sighed and tightened his grip on her, leaning into her until his forehead pressed against hers. It would be easy enough to slide into bed with Tyler, see if he could help her forget her overwhelming feelings for Luc. Alyssa had never played that game before, but she was pretty sure it would be pointless.

“Baby, you gotta give me something more. I’m dying here.”

Before she could reply, the restaurant’s front door slammed. Gasping, Alyssa whirled, ready to tell the interloper that the restaurant wasn’t open to the public until tomorrow night. But it wasn’t a stranger who stood there. It was Luc.