Page 75 of Perfect Liar

He gathered my wrists above my head in one hand and brushed his lips over mine. He licked my lips, dipped his tongue into my mouth, and then brushed over my lips again.

“When I’m inside you, you’ll surrender to me completely. Every time, Elle.”

Then he eased into me one rock-hard inch at a time.

I panted and moaned, insane from the intense desire he stirred in me.

His possessive whispers brought me to tears.

“You’re my angel…my beautiful angel. I’m never letting you go.”

When he finally pushed in deep, he swallowed his name as I sobbed it, and then he kissed the tears sliding down my temples that had slipped away from me.

“Give yourself to me,” he commanded.

And as I gave up everything he claimed, we burned to ashes and became one breathless, sated existence. He maintained mind-blowing control, covering my mouth with his to absorb my cries into himself and quelling his own when he came.

I fell asleep on his chest, but when I woke, he was on the sofa again, this time with his laptop, cramming half a sandwich into his mouth.

He’d spread out documents and newspapers over the table and on the floor.

I sat up.

“I kept you from your work.”

He looked over the computer screen and winked.

“Stay beneath the blanket until I’m finished here.”

“I can’t. I have to get up.”

On my way into the bathroom, I wrapped the sheet around my body.

My stomach rumbled before I could get the damn door shut.

“You’ll eat something, woman,” he said.

And I did. I devoured the avocado salad and bread he’d brought up for me while watching him as he harnessed his intense physical energy and applied it to his intellect.

He was as intelligent as he was strong, and it blew me away to see it.

After ending a client call, during which he’d spoken only French, he grabbed some books from the floor and put them on the bed next to me.

“What’s this, Will?”

“Have a look while I go for a run.”

I scooted them away, thinking I might get dressed and go downstairs.

“I can look through them tomorrow.”

“You’ll do it now.”

He countered his firm words with a soft kiss and then went out the door.

“But what’s in them?” I called out.

The two old books were quite heavy.