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My pussy ached, demanding release, but I loved to come when he did. He caught my hands and pushed them up abovemy head as he leaned onto me, keeping most of his weight on his knees so as not to put any pressure on my stomach. He kissed me and then moved away.
Before I could yell at him, he patted my hip. "On your knees, baby."
I excitedly did as he demanded.
His hands massaged my ass, opening me up. "You look so delicious. So, fucking sexy."
I wiggled my hips, and he smacked me hard. My breath caught in my chest, and I felt desire uncoil inside me. His palm struck my ass a few more times, and by the time he entered me, I was so turned on that I was ready to burst into flames.
"Like that, love, just like that." He pounded into me, and the way he saidlovein English, so desperate, sorealthat I knew it came from his heart.
I let go.
"Tell me," he demanded as he pumped in and out. "Tell me, damn you."
"Je t'aime, Duncan."
He spurted inside me, groaning out his release.
Afterward,he cleaned me up as he always did with a washcloth, kissing my stomach, my pussy, and my thighs.
When we lay back down in bed, I nestled into his arms, feeling his heartbeat steady and reassuring. "I'm sorry I got so angry," I whispered.
He kissed the top of my head. "You had every right to be."
"I love you, Duncan," I whispered.
His arms tightened around me. "I'm honored,ma douce."
It only hurt a little that he didn't give me the words back. Orgasms had a way to dull heartache.
Chapter 24
Duncan
"Iknow who Vincent Arsenault is," I gritted my teeth.
I didn’t like Dom standing in my office, demanding to know how my wife was connected to one of the world’s most dangerous arms dealers—especially since I had no idea myself. We'd ended up fighting, and after, I was too busy fucking her to remember that I needed to get a few truths from my wife about how she knew Vincent.
Dom picked up a small Miro sculpture and then set it back down on a bookshelf. My office at Place Vendôme was a sanctuary of refined elegance. The room was a perfect blend of classic and modern. Large windows let in natural light, casting a soft glow over the polished hardwood floors.
"There's more." Dom's expression was severe, more so than usual, and unease tightened in my stomach. "She not only knows him, but Duncan your wife has been seen going to his house. The security guards know her."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
Dom shrugged. "She goes there once every week or so, stays for an hour sometimes less." He handed me his phone, and I went through the pictures of Elsa smiling at the gates of what I assumed was Arsenault's home.
The breath in my chest left, and I felt light-headed for an instant. "My wife isn't fucking Vincent fucking Arsenault," I roared.
"Don't know what she's doing there because that son of a bitch's house is like a fucking fortress."
"I'll talk to her," I managed to say. I felt a cold rage settle in my chest. Could innocent and sweet Elsa be involved with someone like Vincent? It was unthinkable. But there it was, the evidence staring me in the face. I couldn't believe she'd been hiding this from me.
Dom took a deep breath and sat down across from me. "Vincent is one of the most dangerous arms dealers we've been tracking. We've been trying to get something on him for years, but he's slippery."
I raised both my eyebrows.The son of a bitch wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. "Fuck no."
"We need an in, and Elsa might be able to help."
