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.

She twirled slowly. “What do you think?”

I let my gaze roam over her, appreciating every inch. “I think you were made to torment me.”

She grinned, stepping closer. “Maybe.”

Before I could reach for her, she spun away, disappearing back into the bedroom.

When she returned, my breath caught.

The second piece was far more daring—a black lace babydoll, high-cut at the hips, with intricate floral patterns that barely concealed her curves. The deep plunge in the front left little to the imagination, and the delicate straps crisscrossed over her back.

She placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head. “Too much?”

I exhaled slowly. “Not enough.”

She laughed, but I could see the flicker of heat in her eyes as she disappeared once again.

The third outfit was the boldest yet—a sheer red mesh set, consisting of a bralette with delicate embroidery and a matching thong that was barely more than a whisper of fabric. The way the material clung to her body, leaving every curve exposed, made my pulse hammer.

She walked toward me slowly, the confidence in her steps making my mouth dry.

“You’re not saying anything,” she teased.

I reached out, catching her wrist and pulling her onto my lap. “Because I’m trying to decide if I should let you keep going or just take you now.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw. “One more,” she whispered.

I groaned as she pulled away, disappearing for the last time.

When she returned, all restraint vanished.

She wore a red lace corset that left the tops of her breasts on perfect display. The delicate embroidery followed the curves of her body, leaving me breathless.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice soft.

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the arms of the chair. “Come here.”

She stepped closer, straddling my lap as my hands ran up her thighs to her waist, tracing the patterns of skin and lace.

“You’re too beautiful,” I murmured, pressing my lips to her collarbone.

She tilted her head back, sighing softly as I kissed my way down her neck, my hands roaming, my touch reverent.

Her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the slow roll of her hips against my lap sending fire through my veins.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice.