Chapter 55

Dinner was a simple but flavorful dish—roast chicken with fresh herbs and a side of sautéed vegetables. We ate on the patio again, the evening air cool and pleasant.

Afterward, we curled up on the couch, settling on a light romantic comedy. Monique nestled against me, her head resting on my shoulder, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.

Throughout the movie, she kept teasing me—small kisses along my jaw, her fingers drifting just a little too high, her body pressing a little too close.

When the credits rolled, she turned to me with a wicked grin. “You’ve been a very good boyfriend tonight.”

I smirked. “Does that mean I get my reward?”

She stood, stretching in a way that made my eyes linger. “I’ll be right back.”

A few minutes later, Monique returned, dressed in a sheer black lace bodysuit that clung to her curves like a second skin. The plunging neckline left little to the imagination, and the delicate straps over her shoulders framed her body perfectly.

She swayed her hips as she walked toward me, turning slowly to give me a full view.

“What do you think?” she asked, her voice sultry.

I exhaled. “I think I need you to come closer.”

She laughed but obliged, letting me run my hands over the delicate lace before she stepped back.

“There’s more,” she teased, disappearing once again.

Her second outfit was a deep red satin set—short, lacy shorts and a matching camisole that draped over her body like liquid. She spun, letting the fabric catch the light, her smile playful.

The third and final piece was the most daring—a barely-there white lace ensemble with thin straps that left most of her body exposed. My mouth went dry as she danced slowly in front of me, knowing exactly what she was doing.

By the time she was finished, I was more than ready to claim her.

She straddled my lap, her lips capturing mine as her hands worked at my clothes. I groaned as she pressed herself against me, the heat between us building quickly.

We stumbled into the bedroom, lost in the need for each other, our bodies moving in sync as we explored, teased, and finally joined in a slow, passionate rhythm that left us both breathless.

We took our time, savoring each sensation, whispering words of love between gasps and moans.

When we finally collapsed together, spent and satisfied, she curled into my arms, pressing a final kiss to my chest.

“I love you,” she murmured sleepily.

I held her close, breathing her in. “And I you, My love.”