Chapter 79

As I sat on the bed, watching her move about the suite, Monique’s energy was undeniable. There was always a fire in her, but tonight, it burned brighter than ever.

She rummaged through her suitcase, a devilish grin curving her lips.

I raised an eyebrow. “Should I be worried?”

She glanced at me over her shoulder. “Not at all. You should be excited.”

With that, she pulled out something small, something sleek. My breath caught slightly as realization dawned.

Monique’s eyes twinkled as she twirled the small object in her fingers. “Since you had so much fun watching me earlier ... why don’t you enjoy another show?”

I exhaled slowly, leaning back against the pillows, completely entranced.

She moved to stand near the large window, the city lights glowing just beyond the glass. She knew the risk. She loved the risk.

“Monique...” I murmured, but she just smiled.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Just watch.”

I did as a low buzz filled the room.

Her confidence, her freedom, her sheer enjoyment of herself—it was intoxicating.

Her hands roamed over her body, teasing, exploring, drawing out soft gasps and murmured sighs. Every movement was designed to tempt me, to keep me teetering on the edge of restraint.

I swallowed hard. “You love this, don’t you?”

She met my gaze, her lips parted, her breath uneven. “I love knowing you’re watching.”

I clenched my jaw. “And you love the idea that someone else might be watching too.”

Her smirk was pure mischief. “Maybe.”

I groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

She laughed, but it quickly turned into something breathier as she continued her slow, sensual display the toy dipping between her legs.

Then, without a word, she turned and crawled toward me, her movements slow and deliberate.

“I think you’ve recovered enough,” she murmured, her voice like silk.

I exhaled sharply as her lips met my skin, trailing lower, her hands occupied elsewhere.

I let her take control. Let her set the pace. Let her drive us both toward the inevitable.

And when we finally collapsed together, fully spent, fully sated, fully ours, I held her close, pressing soft kisses to her damp forehead.