Chapter Twelve

It's him. Dark jeans and white V-neck on, naughty hungry gaze and furrowed brows.

‘Olivia,' Luc says, towering over me, hand propped on the door frame above my head.

‘Hi,' I almost don't find my voice.

A long moment of staring stretches between us.

‘I can't get you out of my mind,' he rasps.

A shot of adrenaline runs through my veins, speeding my heartbeat absurdly.

‘You're not a one-night stand.' The words are out before I can rationally measure them. I don't even know why I said them. Is it true? Or I said it because I want to fuck him this bad?

The smile tugging on his lips reaches his eyes that now are diverted to my mouth.

‘Good,' he says.

He takes one step forward and presses his body against mine, making me take steps back until he closes the door behind him. His hand slips around the nape of my neck and through my hair as he lowers his face closer to mine. My breathing is so uneven and loud in my ears, I know Luc notices what he's doing to me. Still, his eyes ask for permission when they lock with mine. And I give it to him—I give him all the permission he needs to kiss me. When my lips part, he tightens his grip around my waist and neck and his mouth crashes onto mine. I rake and tug on his hair as his tongue slips into me, relentlessly kissing me, claiming me.

His mouth makes love to mine in a demanding way, showing that he too has been craving it the whole day. Right then, I have no doubt he wants me just as much as I want him, in every single way.

He cups my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my fingers deeper into his hair, desperately wanting him. He moans against my mouth and the sound rushes all my blood to my core.

He takes me to my bed, sitting me on the edge of the mattress. He tugs under the hem of my tank top and pulls it up. His eyes are on fire when he catches sight of my very much transparent nude bralette. I open his jeans, unzip them and pull them down his legs, leaving him only with his sexy white Calvin Klein boxer briefs. He's so hard under his underwear it makes me pool my panties. He's looking down at me, his eyes begging, imploring.

Propping one knee on the bed, his hungry wet mouth takes mine as he lays me on my back so that now he's on top and I'm between his knees. Luc's hips begin to move back and forth, grinding against me, and I immediately welcome the movement. His erection is pressed against my sex, the fabric of our underwear keeping them apart. He's so hot, so gorgeous, so fuckable.

He stops kissing me and I almost protest, craving the touch and the taste of him on my tongue, the closeness. He stares at me for a moment to study my face long enough to make my heart pulse harder on my extremities. His eyes are dangerously dark, filled with lust, his breathing just as fast and heavy as mine.

‘What's wrong?' I ask, breathless.

‘You have that face on—it drives me crazy.'

‘Should I stop then?'

I'm serious, staring hard into his eyes, and so is he.

‘Don't,' he rasps.

He frees his cock from his boxer briefs and strokes himself as he watches me. My sex tightens at the sight of it, I don't know where to focus my gaze. His heated heavy eyes, the ridges of his abs contracting as he touches himself, or the very part of him being stroked by his hand. Fire bursts from between my legs to my chest. The scene is beyond arousing, the muscles of his biceps flexing as he plays with himself, the crest of his penis red and swollen. I could come by only watching this.

He stands up, discards his underwear on the floor and reaches a condom in his jeans. All the while I keep staring, watching every movement he makes with hungry, eagle eyes. The anticipation is driving me out of my mind.

He throws the condom next to me and joins me again on the bed. His mouth lands on my sex, he pushes his tongue against the fabric of my panties and the feeling makes me quiver, my toes curl. He sucks on my clit, and gently bites it, then flickers his tongue, tasting me through the silk. I tug his hair, pulling hard; a groan escapes his throat and the sound of him motivates me to move my waist to meet his mouth, with more pressure.

He then traces a path from my clit to my belly button, where he sinks in his warm and wet tongue. My core contracts in response. Luc moves up to my breast, and there he pinches my nipple under my bralette with his lips. They're soft, and warm, and wet. He reaches my neck and sucks on it, making me moan. I have the feeling I won't hold on much longer if he doesn't stop with the teasing soon. I'm so ready for him.

‘Do you want to fuck, or do you want to make love?' he whispers in my ear.

What? Oh God.

The question and the way he asks it is beyond provocative and sexy, it almost makes me come in my underwear.

‘Can we do both?' I rasp, barely recognising my voice.

‘I'll do my best,' his voice comes out hoarse and warm, his hooded eyes staring down straight into mine.

I leave one hand on his hair, the other I slip down onto his warm and hard shaft, making him groan and bury his face between my breasts. The smell of his hair teases my nose, taking me to places I haven't been before.

He slowly begins sucking and licking and nibbling my skin, driving me insane. All I can smell is Luc, all I can think about is him inside of me and those eyes connected to mine.

He takes control of his length and plays with it against the fabric of my panties. My sex is so sensitive to the friction and warmth of it I'm almost coming. He slips a finger between my panties and my sex, feeling me. He closes his eyes and swallows hard.

‘You are so ready,' he says opening his eyes to lock with mine.

‘I am.'

He reaches over to the condom next to my shoulder.

‘Let me,' I say.

He smirks, but doesn't protest.

I open the packet and begin to put on the rubber on his length. I do it slowly, teasingly. He's enjoying watching it, his hands on his hips, the muscles on his navel tensing, his eyes fixed on what my hands are doing. His chest rising and falling with his ragged breathing.

Once I'm done, he tips my chin up and kisses me, slowly. His tongue taking its time to play with mine. Then he softly bites my lower lip, sucks on it. I can feel the stubble on his face gazing my chin. While he makes love to my mouth, he tugs my panties to one side and fills me with his cock.

His thrusts are deep and hard, I welcome each and every one of them with need and voracity, saying his name against his mouth. He groans, and trembles. His movements become erratic and I welcome his release. I lose all my senses as my body convulses, my feet curl and my sex climaxes in shock waves pulsating strong and fast around his erection.

‘Fuck, Olivia.'

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My head's on his shoulder, we're both watching our hands as they interlace each other. I'm still intoxicated by the fucking and love making of a few moments ago.

‘You like to play tennis, don't you?' I ask running my fingers over the calluses on his palm.

He chuckles. ‘Yes, I do.'

I know he's looking down at me so I glance up to meet his eyes.

‘I'd like to see you play some time.'

‘I'd like that too.'

His expression is serious.

‘But you might have to explain the rules for me. I confess I have no clue. Everything I know about tennis is that you need a racket and several yellow balls to hit.'

Luc laughs, then gently plants a kiss on my head. ‘I've got you covered.'

‘Once I was on vacation with my family in Mallorca, we stayed in a resort that had a tennis court. My brother and I borrowed some balls and a racket from the hotel to play. It didn't take more than fifteen minutes for us to give up playing. I couldn't even hold the racket, it was too heavy, let alone hit the ball with enough strength for it to reach the other side of the net. Nate was really annoyed that I couldn't play. He ended up finding other friends to play with him. I went and enjoyed the pool.'

Smirking, he kisses me softly on the mouth, holding my chin to face him.

‘You need a proper racket based on your weight and height.'

‘Good to know,' I say beaming at him.

I go back to focusing on his hand, the one with the wristbands. He has a silver one, a thick black one and a transparent plastic one with tiny blue bubbles inside.

‘What's this one about?' I ask running my finger over the plastic one.

‘It's from a brand that makes them out of plastic found in the ocean. All the money they get is used to save marine animals,' he explains.

‘That's nice. I like the idea.'

‘So do I, that's why I have a partnership with them,' he says.

I realise that's the first time he's talked specifics about his work, so much has happened in the past days I didn't bother asking what he does for a living, apart from maybe being part of the Monaco Royal Family. But in a way, I did imagine he worked in the business branch.

‘So that's part of your work then, representing brands?'

‘Yeah, part of it.'

‘You know, my friends keep telling me to found my own brand. Quit my job.'

‘Oh yeah? I must say, I don't know your friends, but I think I agree with them,' Luc says, sounding excited about it, his eyes widening.

‘You do?'

‘As a customer I can guarantee the quality of the product. I'm very satisfied,' he says seriously, arching an eyebrow.

I chuckle, placing myself on top of him, propped on my knees, one on each side of his muscled torso. ‘What are you talking about?' I trace the path down his happy trail, the trail to sin. He's still naked and warm beneath me.

‘I don't wear them, but I get to see and touch them, so I can speak from my customer experience,' he says, his voice hoarse.

He's watching my finger moving down his body.

‘Also, I like the designer.'

‘Oh … do you now?'

Our eyes meet.

‘Oh yeah. I think she's really talented,' he says pulling me into him.

I prop my hands on his chest, he reaches closer so that he can kiss me.

‘When do you leave?' I ask as if it weren't a big deal. I want to know because I need to prepare myself. This is not lasting long, as good as it may feel. And this time the reason isn't me.

‘Are you trying to get rid of me?' he teases, running his beautiful and perfectly shaped nose along mine. The intimacy makes my chest burn.

‘Maybe,' I tease.

‘Is that so, Miss Charlton? In that case let me—'

He pretends he's leaving, but I start laughing and dig my nails into his chest, pinning him back on the mattress, forcing him to stay where he is. He laughs, his mouth curving into a wide self-satisfied smile, showing his sexy dimple, where I place a soft kiss.

‘If everything goes right, then I leave next Monday,' Luc says, gently stroking my cheek with his rough fingers.

‘And if it doesn't?'

‘Then I might leave on Tuesday.'

‘This Tuesday? The day after tomorrow?'

He nods.

‘You look disappointed, Olivia.'

‘Maybe,' I tease him once more, and ignore the annoying pain my heart just experienced.

He shifts me so that he stays on top of me, and starts to tickle me everywhere. I shriek underneath him.

‘Oh yeah?' he tickles on my belly, under my ribcage, then he begins to spread soft bites around my breasts. I laugh hard, screaming ‘Stop,' but he's unforgiving.

‘It's not true, it's not true,' I beg, and my own words shock me.

He stops and stares down at me.

‘Do you have something to say to me, Olivia?'

His expression is serious.

‘I am …'

‘What?'

‘Disappointed.'

Even though I say it so he stops tickling me, I feel truth behind the word.

A wicked grin stretches his mouth, the satisfaction that comes with it is as if he has just discovered new land to colonise. I give him my I-want-to-fuck-you stare.

‘Don't do it,' he says, serious.

‘What?'

I pretend I don't know what he's talking about.

‘Don't look at me like that.'

‘Why not?'

‘You're making me hard.'

‘So? Are you tired of me Mr. Lamaire?'

‘Never.'

Oh. Good to know.

‘Then fuck me.'

Luc closes his eyes, exhaling sharply, taking in the dirty words that just came out of my mouth. Then in one move he pulls my panties down, leaving me fully naked and exposed beneath him.

His face turns serious and he studies me for a moment before pressing his hot burning erection to my core, gliding it against my skin. He teases me, applying pressure on my most erogenous zone as he massages my swollen sex in back-and-forth movements, then in tiny circles.

One hand is holding his length, the other holding me tight by the waist. I keep staring at him, waiting for his next move in anticipation, until he pushes into me.

At first, his thrusts are slow, but deep. His hips rolling in a tantalising rhythm, inviting mine to play along. I follow his lead. His thrusts get deeper, stronger, faster, making me moan every time he fills me again, and again.

I raise one arm to keep me from crashing against the headrest. The sounds of his groans and growls echo in my ears and go straight to my pulsing sex. We're drenched in sweat, our bodies gliding on one another. He fucks me senselessly and mercilessly until we both call out our names into each other's necks.

He rests his head on my chest, his stubble tickling my skin. I bury my nose into his freshly fucked messy hair. We're both panting, trembling from the climax. He's still inside of me and I like that. I like the feel of Luc whole inside of me.

Once he recovers he props himself on his elbows, catches my mouth with a kiss and says, ‘I can't stay tonight.'

I'm disappointed.

‘I've got a very important day at work tomorrow,' he says, and presses his mouth onto my forehead.

‘Does that mean if you have a good day tomorrow you're staying longer?'

‘Yes,' he smiles and steps out of bed.

I follow him as he grabs his clothes from the floor. He watches me walking naked towards him and throws me his T-shirt. ‘Put this on or I won't be able to leave,' he commands.

‘Yes, sir.'

This makes him chuckle.

He puts on his boxer briefs and jeans. By the front door he puts on his shoes and kisses me goodnight.

‘I'll see you tomorrow,' he says.

Then he's running up the stairs to his flat, shirtless. I watch him as I wear his T-shirt impregnated with his smell. I go back to bed and fall asleep thinking of him.