Chapter 27

Walking into the grocery store, I tried to focus on the task at hand. But with Monique? That was impossible.

As she pushed the cart through the aisles, she made a habit of stretching just a little too much, ensuring her skirt rode up higher than it should. Occasionally, she would lean in close, whispering the most indecent thoughts in my ear before pulling away like nothing had happened.

I tried my best to remain composed. Tried.

At one point, as she reached for a carton of cream, she glanced at me over her shoulder and murmured, “Imagine how good this would taste on my skin.”

I nearly dropped the jar of olives I was holding.

“You’re impossible,” I muttered under my breath.

She bit her lip. “But you love it.”

I exhaled sharply. “Unfortunately, yes.”

By the time we finished shopping, I was teetering between frustration and desperate need. As we loaded the bags into the car, Monique wiggled her hips in her seat and sighed again.

I shot her a look. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

She grinned. “Of course.”

Just as I thought we were heading home, she took an unexpected turn.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

She smirked. “Just a quick stop.”

I frowned as she pulled into the parking lot of la pharmacie.

“Wait here,” she said, slipping out before I could ask questions.

She returned a few minutes later, holding a small bag and handing it to me as she started driving.

I opened it and saw a bottle of lubricant.

I turned to her, brow raised.

She shot me a look filled with pure, wicked delight. “You’re going to need that when we get home.”

My breath caught.

Monique wanted me to take her ass.

I swallowed hard, my entire body reacting to the thought.

She noticed. “You’ve never done it before, have you?”

I shook my head.

She reached over, squeezing my thigh. “Don’t worry, mon amour. I’ll guide you.”

I exhaled shakily, my anticipation growing with every mile closer to home.