Chapter 60

As evening approached, neither of us felt like cooking anything elaborate. Monique rummaged through the fridge, pulling out some ingredients.

“How about something simple?” she suggested. “Soup and sandwiches?”

I nodded. “Sounds perfect.”

She set to work making a quick tomato and basil soup while I did what little I could with one hand, slicing bread and putting together sandwiches.

The meal was light and comforting—grilled cheese, gruyere with a hint of garlic, the sandwiches perfectly crispy, paired with the warm, flavorful soup.

We ate at the small kitchen table, the atmosphere cozy and intimate.

After cleaning up after dinner I settled onto the couch, Monique’s voice called from the bedroom.

“Are you ready for your next reward, mon amour?”

I smirked. “That depends. How generous are you feeling tonight?”

She giggled. “Very.”

Moments later, she appeared in the doorway, the dim light casting a soft glow over her body. The first outfit was playful—an icy-blue satin chemise, short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, with thin straps that draped over her shoulders and delicate lace that teased at the fullness of her breasts. The sheer fabric swayed as she moved, giving me tantalizing glimpses of the matching lace thong beneath.