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“It’s not,” she said, running her hand up and down his long-sleeved shirt. “May I take this off?”

He nodded, moving his arms to help her. His bare chest was marred by an enormous purple and black discoloration on his shoulder.

“That must hurt,” she commented.

“I got checked out, by your colleague on the slopes, then again at the hospital. It’s just a bruise.”

“I’m glad. I’m also glad I didn’t see your fall.”

“It was just a fall. Let’s go back to where we were before, why don’t you take off your top too?”

Kat struggled with her turtleneck. Luc’s sharp inhale as her lacy black bra was revealed made her glad for her choice that morning.

Luc ran his thumb along the edge of the material, making her gasp in return.

“Please touch me,” she whispered.

He unhooked the bra and pulled it off. Soon, his hands replaced her bra, holding the weight of her breasts. “So beautiful,” he said, reverently. He pinched her nipples gently, watching her face to see how much pressure she enjoyed.

Kat moved to straddle him, wanting to get closer to him. He stopped her gently, his hands on her upper arms.

“Uh, Kat, before we go much further, I’m going to need to use your bathroom.”

She stood up so quickly she almost fell. “Of course. I’m sorry. I measured the whole bathroom. It should be accessible. But if not, I can―”

His lips curled up in a soft smile as he transferred himself back into the chair. Now that he was shirtless, his muscles stood out to perfection.

“You measured your bathroom, as well as the elevator? Relax. I’ll let you know if I need any help.”

Chapter 17

Luc

Her bathroom was a tight fit, and missing most of the attachments that made his life easier, but he managed.

He couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d said. She’d measured her elevator and measured her bathroom―because of him. Because she wanted him in her home.

The thought gave him almost as much pleasure as the thought of the blow job he hoped she was still going to give him. He wanted to kiss her everywhere as well. This time around, he’d take his time pleasuring her.

He transferred himself back onto the chair, not bothering to put his jeans on again. Hopefully he wouldn’t need them for a while.

Kat was on the couch where he’d left her, leaning back against the cushions with her eyes closed. She was still topless, and had taken off her jeans as well―completely naked except for a thread of a black thong that contrasted with her pale skin.

Please tell me she’s not asleep.

She opened her eyes and brought a hand up to palm each of her breasts in turn. As he watched, the pink nipples hardened.

“I’ve missed you,” she said.

He transferred himself back to the couch quickly.

“Now where were we? Take that off,” he growled.

“This little thing?” she whispered, hooking her thumb into the top edge of her thong. “Maybe you should do the honors.”

“I hope you’re not too attached to it,” Luc said, tugging on it. If it came down easily, great. If not, he wasn’t above ripping the damn thing.

As he tugged down on her thong, she pulled on his briefs as well. Her hands touched his ruined legs―and he found he was okay with her touching him there, with her touching him everywhere.