All Chapters of I Slept With His Uncle And I Liked It: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

LucienI was halfway down the stairs when I wondered why Gwen had returned.She had left with Elliot earlier, and as far as I knew, there was no reason for her to be back at the house. Whatever had brought her here could have waited until morning.I was irritated before I even reached the living room.Not because Gwen was there. Because her arrival had interrupted something.The memory returned with inconvenient clarity. Elara standing against me, my hand around her lower back, her fingers curled into my shirt. The deliberate movement of her tongue over her bottom lip. The way her eyes had remained on mine when I leaned closer.I had been seconds away from kissing her.I stopped thinking about it.There was no point in replaying the moment. It had already happened, and nothing could be done about the interruption.I walked into the living room and went straight to the minibar. I poured myself a glass of scotch before turning toward Gwen.She was sitting on one of the sofas, looking pe

ElaraBy evening I was exhausted.Mr. Moreau and Clara had spent most of the day at odds with each other. I had never heard Sebastian say so much unless it was necessary, but apparently Clara had found a way to bring out a side of him I had never seen before. Every time one of them made a point about the Valmont Foundation project, the other had something ready to counter it. They were both professionals. They were also both incredibly stubborn.At one point Clara made a comment about the order in which the first twelve works should be secured, and Sebastian immediately disagreed. She leaned forward across the conference table, ready to defend her position, while he calmly explained why her approach would complicate the timeline. I looked across the table at Lucien. He was already looking at me. Neither of us said anything. We simply watched them argue for another few minutes before Lucien finally brought the meeting back under control.By the time we finished, I had the distinct fee

ElaraI was angry with Lucien.I wasn’t entirely sure why, which somehow made it worse.If someone wasn’t in the mood to talk to you, the reasonable thing was to leave them alone. I understood that. I wasn’t expecting him to sit me down and explain his feelings because, frankly, Lucien Beaumont barely discussed his feelings when they were relevant to him, let alone when they involved someone else. But he had always had something to say. A correction. An observation. A question. An instruction. Something.Today, however, he had barely spoken to me.And after everything he had done for me, I couldn’t understand it. Yesterday, Vivienne had practically lectured me about resting before my body forced me to. Today I was in France, in a beautiful penthouse that Lucien had arranged so I could have a few days away from work. He remembered my reservation, stopped the cancellation, and upgraded the room. He brought me here because he thought I needed to rest. And now he was in the next room in

LucienI woke to the wet heat of a mouth around my cock.For a second my mind stayed blank, still half under, and then the sensation sharpened—slow suction, a tongue sliding along the underside, and the soft, rhythmic movement of her head. My eyes opened. The room was still dim. Elara was between my legs, naked, her hair loose around her shoulders as she took me deeper.I looked down.She looked obscenely beautiful that way. Lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-lidded with concentration. She pushed forward until I felt the tight resistance of her throat, and she didn’t pull back. She stayed there, gagging softly around the head of my cock, and the vibration of it nearly undid me. A low groan left my chest before I could stop it. My hand found her hair, not to force her, but simply to hold it, as she kept working me deeper than I expected her to take.“Elara—”The sound of my own voice was rough. She hummed in answer and the vibration shot straight through me. I was alr

ElaraAfter breakfast, I had every intention of going back to my room.Somehow, I ended up in Lucien’s instead. I couldn’t explain why. I had my own bedroom, my own bed, and everything I could possibly need within the penthouse. Yet when I found myself standing in the doorway of his room, I simply walked in. Maybe it was because I had slept there, or maybe I just liked being surrounded by the faint scent of him. Whatever the reason, I climbed into his bed and fell asleep almost immediately.When I woke, I reached for my phone on the bedside table and blinked at the screen. 2:45 p.m. I stared at the time for a moment, surprised I had slept that long. Lucien had said he would only be gone for a few hours. I assumed he would be back by lunch, but apparently whatever he had gone to do had taken longer than expected.My stomach rumbled, which was enough reason to get out of bed. I showered, changed into something comfortable, and ordered room service. I ordered beef bourguignon from the lu