6

I could still breathe, but barely.

I finally touched him, felt just how hard that chest was, touched the ink all over his skin, the heat that burned from his flesh. I gripped his wrist and squeezed as he fucked me into the pillows, as his strong physique tightened and shifted, his physicality so unrealistic it seemed fake.

He moved his thumb up my throat to the corner of my mouth. He squeezed again before he let me go, before his hand found a home in my messy hair.

I cupped the side of his face as I planted my other hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his mass. “Fuck, Bastien…” This man was a complete stranger, but I moaned his name like he was my long-term lover, like I’d loved him for a lifetime, had already given him sons and daughters. I should feel guilty for being with someone new while technically still being married, but I felt nothing of the sort. I just enjoyed it—thoroughly.

He pounded me into the bed, one arm pinned behind my knee, while the other remained deep in my hair, his blue eyes gripping tight like I belonged to him. “Here it comes, sweetheart.” Up until that point, he’d thrust hard and fast without changing his pace, not needing to edge himself so many times like Adrien did. But Bastien slowed it down, moaning between the thrusts. “You want it?”

“Yes.” I cupped his cheek and breathed with him, lost in the clouds of lust, connected to this man so deeply it was hard to believe I’d met him just a few hours ago. One-night stands were never this satisfying. It usually took a couple times before the sex got good. But right off the bat, this chemistry was electrifying. “Come inside me.”

“Beg.” His fingers fisted my hair, and he pinned me in place, his eyes turning sharp and hard, his dick still pounding into me, his balls hitting the bottom of my ass.

I widened my legs farther and gripped his ass, tugging him into me. “Please…” I didn’t know myself. I was on fire, lost in the spontaneity and the ferocious lust that burned between us, letting this man fuck me exactly how he wanted…and I didn’t even know his last name.

“Fuck.” He moaned under his breath then pounded into me hard, giving me all of his dick over and over, making me wince from the size but ignoring the signs of pain on my face. “Here it comes.” He moved his lips to my ear, and his pumps slowed as his breaths turned erratic. He gave his final pumps and filled me, came inside me like I was more than a one-night stand.

I’d never done anything so irresponsible in my life, but I wanted him to the exclusion of everything else. I couldn’t explain it, but I wanted all of him, every piece of him, inside me. When I told Adrien, he would have no interest in making the marriage work, and I knew that was the best for both of us.

Bastien came to a halt, his fair skin tinted red with arousal and exertion. He held himself over me, and I expected him to pull out and begin his awkward departure, but he stayed buried inside me, still hard even though his come coated his base. “I’ve got a lot more bullets in this gun.”

Chapter 2

Fleur

I woke up the next morning to the cold.

The curtains were drawn closed even though I hadn’t touched them, and without opening my eyes, I knew Bastien wasn’t there. He might have left after I’d fallen asleep, or maybe he’d woken up with the dawn and slipped out.

Unlike most men, he was honest about his intentions, so his absence wouldn’t sting. Of course it would be disappointing, because let’s face it, I would never have sex like that again in my life.

I would never see a man as beautiful ever again.

Would never see Bastien again. I’d be lying if I said that didn’t bother me…a little bit.

When I opened my eyes, I looked at the intensity of the light coming through the line between the curtains and tried to gauge the time. I felt a slight headache behind my eyes, probably from lying in one spot for so long. As I expected, Bastien was gone.

I sat up in bed and rubbed the sleep from my eyes before I reached for my phone, but I realized I had no idea where it’d gone. Was probably still in the bottom of my purse and somewhere in the hallway.

I groaned as I got out of bed and wandered the hallway, but my shoes and purse were nowhere to be found.

Bastien looked like a bad boy, but a thief? I doubted that. I stepped into the kitchen and found my heels together on the floor near the counter and my purse on the round dining table. My phone was also there, next to the glass vase I’d found at the market, of a woman’s ass. The second I’d seen it, I’d known I needed it in my apartment now that I was a single girl.

When I tapped the screen, my phone lit up and showed the time—high noon.

There were also messages piled up that had come in throughout the morning. I opened the message box, but instead of looking at the messages at the top, I noticed texts from the name Bastien buried farther below, delivered around six in the morning.

I opened the message box. Had a meeting early this morning. Didn’t want you to think I was a dick.

The last thing I’d expected was his name programmed in my phone, along with a message, especially since I had a passcode lock. He’d somehow bypassed that even though he didn’t strike me as a tech genius.

I didn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t have put his name in my phone if he didn’t want to be in contact with me, but I made my peace with the fact that it was a one-time thing. I suspected Bastien was the kind of man that didn’t just break hearts, but did so irrevocably. I’d already had my heart broken once, and I wasn’t looking to break it again when it hadn’t healed from the first injury.