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Still, she kept reading, not looking away from the words in front of her

"The Count of Monte Cristo," Kingsley said, as he reached out and plucked the book froeance with a perfect ending"

"I’ it, until someone rudely interrupted" She took the book back from him with a flourish and settled into her pillows It was nearly sley’s shirts--a white one with pearl buttons down the front She crossed one leg over the other and attesley’s hands on her legs He uncrossed the better, chérie?"

She looked over the top of her book at hisley said as he bent and kissed her thigh

She kept reading

Kingsley opened the third button on his shirt she’d stolen to sleep in He pushed the fabric aside and kissed her left nipple She felt a delicious pull in her stosley, are you here to seduceto read?"

He rolled his tongue around her nipple before answering, "Oui"

"Oh," she said, closing the book with a loud snap "What the fuck a this then?"

She tossed the book across the roohed and sat up

"You should be nicer to Dureatest French novelist"

"I’d rather be nice to you, sley straddled her knees and kissed her on the lips It was a slow, soft sensual kiss, merely a prelude to whatever decadent plans he had for her that night As one, at least he always left her with the world’s best babysitter

Kingsley slipped his hand under her shirt and rested it on her stomach Like the well-trained subave him access to every part of her he could possibly want

He parted the folds of her vulva with his fingertips and gently reet froer into her

"You’re the only woht under her pubic bone "Did you know that?"

She flushed a little at his words Kingsley was ada condoms There wasn’t a room in the house that didn’t hold a crystal bowl of them But with her he never used one Her and only her

"I know,in a second finger