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hear.”
    He pushed inside me again and tweaked my nipples between his thumb and index finger, rhythmically pumping me but still hardly entering. Then he rammed it all the way in. Hard. Then pulled back out. Again, just the tiny thrusts. I was whimpering. He was unpredictable. I didn’t know if I’d get the whole plunge or not. And then, as if by perfect osmosis, just as I brought my own hand up to pressure my clit, he thrusts once more all-in, deep from behind, and I felt myself coming in a burst of unbelievable pleasure, his thick cock pushing out against my walls, filling me with tingling spasms as I contracted all around him like one of those fly-eating plants, sucking him in, eating him whole. He stilled his movements, and I really sensed his swelling inside me, which made me come even harder. Then I felt his own release, hot and quiet as he groaned gently with hushed arousal, his fingers exploring my butt, snaking them up around my waist that he gripped harder as he burst inside me.
    “I love you, Pearl. You’re my treasure. I love you and I always will.” Then he cried out with another hard thrust, “Fuck you make me come hard . . . can’t keep away from you. Gotta keep fucking you for the rest of my life. Is your wedding gown ready yet?”

ALEXANDRE
    S O THERE PEARL WAS, about to leave London and brave the world all on her own. But after what Sophie had told me, I felt hopeful.
    Thanks to the private jet company I used (yes, I was really green, really ecological with my great, big, black, carbon footprint), I got back to New York ahead of Pearl and in time to organize a few things.
    I had several boxes of groceries delivered, with everything essential for life in a new apartment, and stocked up the fridge with food. The place was perfect for Pearl; two bedrooms, a smart marble bathroom. Pre-war, but sleekly furnished in neutral colors, and with all the mod cons. However, I was now kicking myself. I wanted her to come back home where she belonged: to my apartment.
    I waited patiently, making a few business calls in between checking her whereabouts. She had arrived at JFK. My driver would be there to collect her but with strict instructions not to let her know that I was the one who sent him— let her believe it’s Sophie.
    I wanted to take her by surprise when she came home. Make it so she couldn’t say no.
    An hour or two later, I heard the key turn in the lock, and I quickly opened the door. Pearl fell into me, landing in my waiting arms, surprised as hell, obviously mistaking me for a rapist or a burglar—and I thought for a second, That’s me, the burglar who wants to rob her independence, steal her for myself . And a rapist, because all I had been thinking about was fucking her, despite my conscience telling me it was wrong, that she wouldn’t be ready, that if I’d been a “good” person sex would have been the last thing on my mind.
    My emotions spilled out of my mouth in a torrent. I could feel my nose burning as my eyes misted. She looked so beautiful; her blonde hair mussed up, her cheeks glowing from the cold night. I gathered her tightly in my arms, bringing her close to my chest and kissed the top of her head to hide my face. I didn’t want her to see my wet eyes. Her hair smelled so sweet—I breathed her in. My savior, my life.
    “Get off me!” she screamed as she struggled from beneath my amorous grip. “What kind of game are you playing, Alexandre Chevalier? You’re with Laura now!”
    Her words were daggers. “No, baby. No! I love you.”
    “Why are you torturing me? Leave me alone.”
    I couldn’t help myself. I started to kiss her ravenously, licking her lips, forcing my way in; anything to quell her suspicions, to wipe Laura from her mind. My cock was rock-hard against her belly, pounding in my pants. I loved Pearl but my insatiable need for her after being apart for so long was overwhelming. “Please baby, believe me, I am so not with Laura.”
    “Don’t lie! I saw