“Fuck, Lucas.” I had to move. If I made him come too soon, so be it—I wouldn’t be that far behind. Pumping my h*ps over his, I grabbed his shoulders and held on. He slid his hands around to my ass and gripped me tight, shoving into me so hard his h*ps came off the couch. I rocked faster and faster, until the burning hot pressure within me built up so much I cried out, desperate for release.
And then, as if it were his cl**ax that burst my pleasure wide open, Lucas groaned and stiffened beneath me right as my own orgasm peaked, and I rode his throbbing c**k as uncontrollable spasms slammed through me.
And I actually screamed, “Oh my God, I love Paris!”
Chapter 10
Once Lucas stopped laughing enough so he could breathe, he stood up and walked us into the bedroom with my legs still wrapped around his waist. “So you’re glad you stayed, I take it?”
I nodded. “Very.”
“Good.” He deposited me on the bed, dropping a kiss on my forehead before going into the bathroom, still grinning.
Closing my eyes, I lay back, my arms flung over my head, my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. If I hadn’t been so f**king happy, I’d probably have been embarrassed. But I couldn’t stop smiling.
A moment later, Lucas came out and flopped down next to me. “You know, I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever heard during sex.”
I peeked at him. “I’m glad I can amuse you.”
“You do more than that. God, you’re incredible.”
I rolled to my side, head propped in my hand. “Sure you’re not just saying that because you feel sorry for me?”
“Why would I feel sorry for you?”
“Because I was so miserable yesterday. Because I’ve never had sex this good before. Because I’ve never had three orgasms in one night—maybe not even in one week.”
He shook his head. “Why the hell did you waste so much time with that guy? If you were mine, I’d never keep my hands off you. Or any other body part.”
My belly flipped. If you were mine… “Yeah, well, he was different. Do you know that I can count on one hand the number of times he…did the thing you did earlier?”
“Go down on you? Are you kidding me? In two years, you can count the times on one hand?” Lucas looked appalled. “He had the sweetest pu**y in all creation right next to him all that time and he didn’t spend his days and nights buried in it?”
I shook my head, my pulse quickening at his words. “Yep. It was like, my birthday, our anniversary, and maybe like a random fourth of July or something.”
He rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Mia. Don’t tell me any more. It just gets worse.”
“He had only two positions he liked. I called them the Approved Positions.” I was laughing now. “But not to his face, of course.”
Lucas groaned and grabbed a pillow, which he folded over his head. “I can’t hear you.”
I grabbed it and held it to my chest. “I’m only trying to emphasize that tonight has been amazing for many reasons.” I batted my lashes. “Three in particular.”
Lucas smiled too. “Good. There’s more where those came from. But you must be exhausted. Do you want to stay over or do you want me to take you back to your hotel?”
I sighed. “Thanks, but I should go back. You don’t have to take me. I can get a cab.”
“No, I’ll take you.” He swung his feet to the floor. “And don’t even argue with me, princess. Or you won’t get reasons four, five, and six tomorrow.”
My jaw dropped. “God, I love Paris.”
His crooked smile appeared over his shoulder. “You mentioned that.”
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Lucas rode with me in the cab back to the hotel, even though I told him it wasn’t necessary. He even asked the driver to wait while he walked me in. We said goodbye at the elevator, and I had to giggle inwardly at his messy hair, disheveled clothing, and kiss-swollen lips. But I knew I looked the same way.
And I didn’t care.
He kissed me softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest, and call me when you wake up.”
“OK.” I had his cell phone number written on a scrap of paper in my purse. “See you then. I had a great day. Thanks for—” I lifted my shoulders. How the hell did you thank someone for everything that Lucas had done for me today?
But before I could finish, he put two fingers over my lips. “Stop. It was my pleasure.”
The elevator doors opened behind me and I backed in, unable to keep from smiling at Lucas, who stood there with his hands in his pockets as the doors closed. The elevator ascended quickly, matching the swooping feeling inside me when I thought about the night I’d just experienced. I brought a hand to my mouth and laughed out loud.
Good thing I was alone in the elevator.
I walked down the hall to my room in a goofy-grin daze, exhausted but happy. So happy.
So happy I couldn’t resist skipping a little before I got to my door.
So happy I couldn’t stop smiling as I undressed and hung up my wrinkled blouse.
So happy I twirled my way from the bathroom to the bed after removing my makeup and brushing my teeth.
And then I lay there between the cool sheets, sighing blissfully. Tomorrow maybe I’d analyze my feelings or wonder if my behavior had been wise or examine my reasons for sleeping with a man I met yesterday. But for now, I was just going to bask in the glow.
5 Reasons I Fucking Love Paris