Chapter 82

With gentle care, he helped her back inside, pulling the balcony doors closed behind them. The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of city lights casting soft shadows across the walls. Monique curled into his embrace, the thrill of the moment still humming between them.

“You’re not finished,” I murmured, my voice low but firm.

She lifted her head, her eyes still heavy with pleasure, but there was a flicker of intrigue beneath her exhaustion. “No?” she whispered.

I smiled, brushing my thumb over her cheek before standing. “Strip.”

A slow, knowing smile curled at her lips. She pushed herself up, letting her hands slide over her body in an exaggerated, teasing manner. But I wasn’t in the mood for slow.

I gave her a soft but firm smack on her backside. “Now.”

She gasped, her eyes widening slightly before the excitement in them deepened. Slowly, she reached behind her, unclasping her bra and letting it slip from her shoulders before she stepped out of the last of her clothing.

I took a moment to admire her, the soft glow of the city lights coming in through the window illuminating her skin, the way she stood confidently under my gaze.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, letting my hands slide down her arms before taking her by the waist and pulling her against me.

She sighed at the contact, her body molding to mine as her fingers began to roam over my skin.

“Tell me what you want, John,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my jaw.

Monique’s breath hitched slightly as I traced my fingers along her jaw, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. The soft glow of the city lights framed her, making her look even more stunning in the moonlight.

“Kneel,” I instructed, my voice low and steady.

A flicker of excitement passed through her eyes as she slowly sank down onto her knees before me, her hands resting lightly on my thighs. She held my gaze, her lips parting slightly, waiting for my next move, my next word.

I brushed a thumb over her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin. “You always love teasing me,” I murmured. “Now, I want you to show me just how much you enjoy it.”

A slow smile curved her lips as she leaned in, placing soft, deliberate kisses along my hip. She took her time, letting her lips and tongue explore, savoring each reaction she pulled from me.

Her hands moved in slow, teasing strokes, her touch feather-light, knowing exactly how to drive me to the edge of anticipation. She relished in taking control, in watching my breathing grow heavier, my body responding to every flick of her tongue.

I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair, guiding her at my pace, letting her know exactly what I wanted without words. She moaned softly in response, the vibration sending a shudder through me.

“Just like that,” I murmured, watching her, memorizing every detail—her parted lips, the way her lashes fluttered, the heat in her eyes as she looked up at me, completely in her element.