“Baby, I can’t take much more,” Jack breathed in her ear as the waves of heat finally eased to ripples.
“That’s okay, because I want you to come. I want you to explode inside me while they all watch.”
That was all it took—then he was moaning, gripping tighter to her hips, saying, “I’m gonna come, chere, I’m gonna come in you!” His strokes grew longer, more forceful as he groaned, emptying himself inside her. “God, I love you,” he murmured in her ear.
The words nearly paralyzed her. Even through his sweet apology earlier, even when he’d started talking about them still being together next year for Mardi Gras, she’d still never thought…never expected… He just didn’t seem like a man who would say those words. And yet he had.
As in her fantasy, the people gathered below were applauding and cheering their performance, but Liz had already forgotten they were there. The moment he withdrew from her, she got to her feet, grabbed his arm, and pulled him inside, shutting the French doors, closing out the sultry night, for something that had to be private.
“I love you, too, Jack. So much.”
Reaching up, Jack slipped the mask from her head, and then removed his own. Using the crook of one finger, he tilted her chin and leaned down for a long, sweet kiss that truly felt like a gesture of love, and she knew he meant his words.
“I think it’s time you move in with me once and for all, chere. Not because of Todd, but because I want you here, morning and night. Forever.”
She looked into the dark eyes of the man who had loosed the wildness hidden deep in her soul, and thought about that last word—forever. The rest of her life. He wanted her that long. In his world. A world where she wanted to stay.
Yet even in the sweet sanctity of the moment, she decided to tease him—just a little. “Maybe if we’re settling down, you and I, we should get respectable, move out to the Garden District.”
He laughed, seeming to know instantly that she was joking. “No, chere, you’re a French Quarter girl, no doubt about it. You belong here, where things are just as wild and hot as you.”
“Actually, I couldn’t agree more. Although…”
“What?”
How would he take this? Maybe it wasn’t even the right time to bring it up, but … she missed being honest with him, and she wasn’t going to hold back her thoughts. “How would you feel, Jack, if I said I didn’t want to…bring other people into our sex anymore?”
His eyes softly closed, but when he opened them, they glimmered with joy. “I was gonna ask you the same thing. I’ve missed you so much, love you so much, that I kinda want it to be just us from now on.”
She smiled in reply.
“Of course,” he said, turning playful, “that doesn’t mean we can’t pop into Club Venus sometimes, or fuck on the balcony, or that I can’t get out your special toys, but…”
“You don’t have to explain,” she told him. “From the very beginning, I only wanted to have all those new, exciting experiences because they involved you. And now that I’ve done all that, well…you’re more than enough man for me.”
He grinned. “Is that so? Does that mean I should throw your special toys away?” He teasingly grabbed up the new mini-vibrator and held it out over the waste can next to them.
“Wait a minute,” she said, laughing as she slapped her palms against his chest. “Let’s not be hasty. That’s going too far.”
The smile he flashed was sexy and knowing. “That’s what I thought. You’re still gonna be wild and adventurous for me.” Wrapping his arms around her, he nudged the gold toy gently into the center of her ass.
She let out a hot little sigh in reply. “I don’t think I can help myself.”
“Don’t worry, chere. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“And if you can arrange that little float scenario next Mardi Gras…”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
“I would love to let the whole world see how well you fuck me.”
About the author:
Lacey Alexander is the pseudonym of an award-winning author whose romance novels have been published by Harlequin and Kensington. Additionally, over forty of her short stories and articles have seen publication. Lacey lives in Kentucky with her husband of fifteen years and she loves being a full-time writer. When not creating romance and romantica, she enjoys crafts, American history, and travel, and she particularly likes incorporating her favorite destinations into her work. She is an active member of Romance Writers of America and Novelists, Inc.
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