“That’s better,” he crooned, kissing her throat when she let her head fall backwards. “Let it go.” He played with her breasts, watching her face for reactions. Stroking. Cupping. Rolling her nipples hard enough to send answering shots of desire firing through her body.
“Lucien…” she breathed his name. “Lucien…”
He arched an eyebrow as his fingers trailed down the soft curve of her stomach, every touch like a million tiny electric volts.
A crooked half smile crossed his lips as she bucked against him. He leaned in and kissed her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do, Sophie.” His fingers stroked the along the edge of her knickers, making her stomach muscles jump in response. “I won’t do it unless you ask me to.” He licked the hollow at the base of her throat.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
“Lucien, please… touch me.”
His answering laugh was pure filth. “Not nearly good enough, Ms. Black.” He cupped one of her breasts in his hands and bent his head. “You have perfect tits.” He licked her nipple and flicked his eyes upwards to her face. Sophie watched his tongue slide over the pink nub, mesmerised by what he was doing to her. Her breasts throbbed, and she ached between her legs for him. “Is this what you want, Sophie?”
He slipped his fingers inside her knickers and cupped her.
Sophie writhed with pleasure. “God, yes. Yes…” she moaned and pushed herself down into his hand.
Lucien straightened and clamped her, vice-like, against him, his hand down her knickers and his tongue in her mouth.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do. Say the words.”
Sophie had never known lust like it. She was so close to coming, and Lucien must know it. She eased her legs further apart and rubbed herself against his fingers. “Open me,” she whispered, and instantly his fingers parted her. Sophie could feel his warm, strong fingers hovering, ready for orders.
“Touch my clit,” she breathed. Lucien looked at her, an expression of lazy triumph alight in his eyes.
“Like this, Princess?” He started to stroke her, drawing slow circles on her clitoris with his thumb.
Sophie shuddered exquisitely and closed her eyes as the delicious sensations spiralled up through her body. His tongue explored her mouth, his skilled fingers more insistent than ever between her legs.
“God, Lucien…” Sophie arched, so close to climax that the only thought in her mind was release. His fingers slid down to her opening, and he rubbed his thumb over her mouth. “Come on Sophie, ask for more.”
“Put your fingers inside me,” she whispered, her heart banging and her desire ratcheting tighter.
Lucien made a guttural sound and moved her forwards on his thigh, then pushed two fingers all the way inside her. Sophie cried out at the intimacy, and Lucien’s mouth softened over hers to an ultra-gentle kiss.
He stroked her clitoris with his thumb, crooking his fingers inside her, and Sophie lost hold of the threads on her control. She felt her climax begin at his fingertips, and Lucien’s other hand tightened around her wrists to hold her up when her legs went from beneath her. He kissed her through it as her body stiffened, and thrust his fingers deeper into her when she bucked hard against his hand.
“That’s it, Princess,” he whispered. “I can feel you coming.” His fingers were inside her to the knuckle, his thumb quickening on her clitoris.
“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you,” he muttered, then thrust again. And again. And again, until Sophie lost it completely. She had nowhere to go besides over the top… she cried out and tossed her head back in wild, liberated abandon. Lucien’s admiration made her powerful, sexy and uninhibited. She’d never known an orgasm like it, and she was greedy for more, more, more. He’d unleashed something new within her, a raw sexual need that had for too long been buried beneath the detritus of everyday life. Beneath the detritus of her broken marriage. Sophie couldn’t bring herself to feel guilty. Not yet. Not with Lucien’s fingers still moving lazily inside her, and his slow, tantalising kiss still on her lips, as he released her hands.
He’d shown her how sex was supposed be, and there was no going back.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As the glow of her orgasm wore off, Sophie slid slowly back to reality. She couldn’t believe she’d been so brazen. Or so unfaithful. She wriggled out of Lucien’s arms and sat down in the chair behind her, pulling her underwear back into place and holding her suddenly hot face in her hands.
What was she doing? She was in a sex club for God’s sake, and had just allowed her boss bring her to orgasm. Or to be more accurate, she’d begged him to.
Who was she? And oh, God. Dan.
Lucien sprawled back in the chair opposite and propped his feet up on the coffee table, still shirtless, still sexy as sin. He crossed his arms over his chest.
“Sophie. Look at me.”
She couldn’t. She was mortified.
“Look. At. Me.”
There was no ignoring him. She dropped her hands and met his eyes. How could he look so entirely relaxed, lounging as if he didn’t have a care in the world? Well, maybe he didn’t, but she did.
“I’m a married woman, Lucien.”
“Yes. And your husband is screwing someone else, so the way I see it, this makes you square.”
Sophie shook her head. “This isn’t a game of tit for tat, Lucien, it’s my marriage. I’ve loved Dan since I was seventeen years old.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she dashed at them with the back of her hand. She’d always thought that she and Dan were the real deal. When the cracks had started to appear, she’d frantically papered over them, had made excuses to herself for him. It was agony to rip through the brittle wrapping and expose the ugly truth beneath.
“Christ, Lucien.” Her heart ached. “What if I’m wrong? What if he isn’t even having an affair?”
Lucien fixed his gaze on the window, suddenly expressionless.
“You seemed pretty certain.”
Sophie shrugged and reached for her dress.
“Did I? Maybe I was just telling myself that because it was convenient, because I wanted to give myself permission to… to screw you.” She made herself say the word.
“You haven’t screwed me,” he said. “Yet.”
“Yet?” She shook her head to try and clear it. “Lucien, I need to go.”
“No, you don’t. Be brave, Sophie. Stay here.”