He groaned. “Damn, Elise. You want this more than I do.”
“Mmm, yes. Give. Now.” She groped for his belt. “Thank you… for the beautiful… flowers,” she murmured between kisses. She worked his zipper down and wrapped her hand around his throbbing arousal.
“Ah, God. Wait for me,” Luc ground out. He shoved up her skirt, caught her panties then yanked them off.
“Hurry, Luc. I can’t wait.”
“Come here.” He gripped her hips, poised himself at her entrance then fused their mouths to drink in her cries. A second later, Luc surged into her with a long, slick slide and Elise melted around him. She moved against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, grinding their bodies together. Wild and wanton, making love to his wife was as beautiful as it was perfect. Luc could stay inside her forever and wont for nothing.
“Luc,” she gasped.
“Yes. Give it to me.”
And Elise did, exploding in a muffled shriek, shimmering around him in a menagerie of flutters and convulsions. Luc drank in her cries and followed her over the edge. Vaguely his mind wondered if she was pregnant yet. Luc pushed back the musing and dropped his head to the crook of her neck.
“Lucien,” Elise whispered, combing her fingers through his hair.
A shivered coursed down his spine and along with it a ripple of warmth from inside her. “Yes, darlin’?”
“Thank you for the flowers,” she whispered dreamily.
Luc managed to raise his head and grinned. “Anything to make you smile.”
“Anything?” Her indigo eyes twinkled speculatively.
He arched a brow. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”
“Perhaps.” Elise caught his tie and pulled him down for a thorough kissing. “How about we go home early?”
“How early?”
“Now would be ideal,” she replied.
“Ben wants to talk to me about something.”
“Mmm, but I want to talk to you about something.” Elise punctuated her words with the most incredible display of strength Luc had ever felt. Her inner muscles gripped and squeezed him, arousing his body back to life.
“Your something wins,” he choked out.
Elise smoothed her palm across his cheek. “You’re a good boy, Lucien. I think I’ll keep you.”
“You will, huh?”
“Ah, yes,” she gasped as he retaliated by moving inside her.
He smiled. “For how long?”
Elise arched her back, her head falling back and exposing the smooth column of her throat. “For as long as… you do that.”
Luc slid deep inside her. “This?” She moaned and his knees nearly buckled. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, then moved them both to the chair behind the desk. “How about this?” He lifted her then pulled her down hard onto him.
“Oh,” she moaned. “Yes. That. Do that.”
“For… how long,” he asked throatily.
“Forever,” she whispered.
“Where did you get the money, Elise,” Raven demanded.
“It’s good to hear from you, too,” Elise murmured into the phone. “How is Aphrodite doing?”
“She’s fine. Answer my question.”
Elise sighed. “Luc gave it to me.”
“Why?”
“Because… he hated to see me worry about—”
“The truth,” Raven growled.
“Raven,” Elise snapped. “What difference does it make? Luc gave me the money and Mom’s not going to the slammer and you aren’t losing Aphrodite.”
“It matters a helluvalot if the reason you married him was to get the money.” Something banged in the background. “Dammit, Elise. I told you not to sell your—”
“Don’t even,” she warned. “You were there when Luc confessed his feelings and you know how I feel. So why are you making such a big deal over this?”
“Because the whole damn situation doesn’t make any sense. My sister marries a man she used to barely tolerate and suddenly my brother-in-law dishes out thousands of dollars to save his mother-in-law.”
“Raven, there’s nothing to be upset about. I know you’re worried about me and all, but really I am very happy.”
“Do you love him?”
Elise glanced up as Luc walked into the living room. She smiled and answered, “Yes, I do.”
“And it’s reciprocated,” Raven asked skeptically.
“Of course it is. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”