“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough with lingering desire. “You wear it well.”
Elodie didn’t say anything, just wiped some of it from her cheek with her finger and licked it clean. The action sent another wave of arousal through me, though less intense now that I had already found my release.
I reached down and gently cupped her chin, tilting her face up to mine. Her skin was flushed, her lips parted slightly as she tried to catch her breath. There was no mistaking the fire in her eyes—still burning bright despite everything we had just shared.
“You’re mine,” I said softly but firmly, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “Never forget that.”
All Elodie wants is to keep her job and be a good wife. Unfortunately, Keaton won’t let her have both.
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Warning: NSFW
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