Page 80 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

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“Alessandra!”

“Ssshhh.” I issue it past my adoring smile. “Let me do this for you, Maximillian.”

“That was an exhortation of praise, ma belle, not protest.”

I spread my smile wider. And why not? I’m damn sure I’ve never been happier in my life. I’m on a luxury plane to New York, where the contract of my dreams is waiting to be signed. I’m watching the man of my fantasies get totally naked for me, hauling off his shirt and hurling it against the bulkhead. I’m tossing aside the reminder that he won’t be mine forever, but for a little while longer, our paths are entwined again.

That I can do wild, wet, wicked things to him again.

I’m still smiling as I suck at the swollen bulb atop his magnificent penis. He hisses and jolts from the moment I suckle the hot, tangy pearl that erupts there. Holy shit. He already tastes so perfect. So illicit and erotic and intoxicating.

I want more.

So I go for it—inspiring more of the delicious drops by gently palming his balls. Max’s hiss spirals into a labored moan. He strains as if I’ve chained him, his breathtaking muscles stretching at his burnished skin.

In return, I chuckle softly. Wicked? Yes. But justified? Also yes. This moment is a dream. No. Better than a dream. A wanton fantasy come true, with every ounce of his masculine passion now mine. With every spark of his need speaking to my blood, my bones…my sex.

But most profoundly, to my heart.

Pushing at it as I lower my mouth all the way over him.

Wrapping around it as he rasps out a string of French that hits me like both prayer and penetration.

Filling it as he lifts me free, drags me back up his body, and aligns my stare with his.

I’m inundated by gilded magic. Overtaken by the tingles of his touch. Awash in shivering arousal and reawakened lust… Especially as he swings my body across his and fits my aching apex against the throbbing ridge of his.

“These must be gone.” He clarifies with a brutal twist of his free hand into the lacy band of my panties. “Now.”

“Unnnhhh.” It’s all I manage for a long moment. After just a few rubs along his hot shaft, I crave every inch of it inside me. “Okay, tiger. I’m right on that page with you. Just give me a second to— Oh!”

My exclamation coincides with the distinct sound of rending fabric. Holy crap. The man has officially lived up to every speck of his bodice-ripper romance allure. I know that as fact the moment my underwear—well, what’s left of it—slips down the back of my legs.

And is followed by the push of his cockhead at the entrance of my tunnel.

I take him in with a welcoming clench of my pussy. Seal the deal with a new mash of my mouth to his. His lusty groan vibrates through my entire being. Floods me with the sunburst of his passion…and soon, the streaming, searing torrent of his come.

As he groans through his orgasm, I scream through mine. I can’t tell the difference between the sun’s glow on the clouds and the orgasmic blaze inside me. I’m quivering, pulsing, exploding, flying…

Complete.

Well, that does it. Sex is officially never going to be this good again.

Because sex with Maximillian has so little to do with sex.

He pulls up a little, his eyes filled with amber adoration—though he balances that innocence with a wholly insolent smirk. I want to bop him but don’t. I can’t even form half a laugh without it threatening to become a sob instead.

At once, he seems to read every speck of that thought. He turns his head, capturing a couple of my fingers between the firm surfaces of his lips before murmuring, “What is it, mon amour?” He dips lower, brushing his mouth over my palm. “It is all right, Alessandra. It is just us. Whatever you say—”

“Won’t count.” The second I utter it, we both stiffen. But it’s not like I can take it back or make it less true. “Right? That is the way this thing works, yes? I have to return your love, and really mean it, and then declare the whole damn thing in public, or you’ll be gone. Whatever the hell that means.”

Uncertainty casts new shadows across his face, dimming the radiance of his gaze he now averts out the window.

“How did you learn that information?” he finally murmurs after a tense minute.

“If it’s true, does it matter?”