Exposed: Laid Bare (Laid Bare #1)(7)

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Do I turn you on, Miss Vaughn?”

“Call me Dahlia,” I murmured. “Remember. We’re on a first-name basis.”

“Yes, Dahlia,” he purred. “Now, answer the question.”

“Yes,” I admitted. A flood of heat hit me, making me moan and arch my back. “You turn me on.”

I was so wet, so f*cking dripping wet. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. “Please,” I begged.

“Please what?” he asked, like he had no clue.

But he knew. He was toying with me, but I didn’t even give a damn.

Nimbly, I undid the tie on my dress. The fabric fell away, exposing all of me to Lucien. “Touch me,” I pleaded.

And he did.

With the camera in one hand, he touched me with his other. He toyed with my breasts, caressed his knuckles down my abdomen, and placed two fingers at my core.

I gasped, “Ohh…”

He touched me gently, and I loved every minute of it. But when he slipped a finger into me, I jerked away.

“Are you untouched, Dahlia?” he asked, concern creasing his brow. Or was that some other emotion?

His finger remained in me, unmoving. And though it felt somewhat uncomfortable, I moved a little, instinct taking over.

“Dahlia?” he prompted, twisting his finger.

Wincing, I blurted, “Yes. I’m a virgin.”

He smiled. “Oh, you just keep getting better and better.”

I knew he’d handpicked me to photograph him, but had I been chosen for some other reason? Had this always been his intent—to touch me sexually?

It didn’t matter, because in that moment, I knew this was the man I wanted to give my virginity to.

“You can do more,” I told him.

His eyebrows went up. “How much more?” he wanted to know.

“As much as you want.”

His eyes assessed me. “I can make it so it won’t hurt,” he offered, his tone soft.

“I think that’s impossible,” I laughed.

But there was no jest in his tone when he replied, “Anything is possible with me, Dahlia.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything…and everything.”

Before I could ask him what he meant, his mouth was on me, lapping at my folds and pulling my clit into his mouth with his teeth. One finger was still inside of me, but this time, when he moved, it no longer hurt. Not even when he drove in and out of me relentlessly. He added another finger, and then another. Even filled with half of Lucien’s large hand, I felt no pain. The only thing I felt was pleasure and this wonderful build up.

But before I fell over the edge, Lucien’s fingers left me, and he began kissing his way up my body. His hot mouth stopped and suckled at my breasts, and then he kissed up my neck until he covered my mouth with his. As his tongue danced with mine, I felt dizzy with lust, dizzy with him.

Giggling against his lips, I tugged at his sweater. “Off,” I demanded.

Lucien leaned back and slipped the fine cashmere over his head, mussing his hair up further. His chest was smooth and a golden tan tone, I supposed thanks to his Spanish mother. He was handsome in a timeless way.

He undid his pants, but before he took them off, I placed my hand over his. “Wait,” I said.

“Having second thoughts?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I’m just feeling nervous, I guess.”

“Look at me, Dahlia,” he said softly.

Deep into his eyes I peered, until suddenly I was no longer nervous or frightened.

“How do you do that?” I asked.

But Lucien didn’t provide me with any explanation. Instead, he urged me up so he could slide my gaping dress the rest of the way off.

“What about my boots?” I asked as the dress fell to the floor.

“Leave them,” he said.

He then removed what remained of his clothing and knelt down on the floor in front of the sofa. I was still sitting up from when he’d taken off my dress, and he put his hand on my shoulder and urged me back.

My bare skin pressed into the supple leather. It all felt so hot and decadent, so I spread my legs and wrapped them around Lucien’s narrow hips.

Smiling in a knowing way, he fitted himself to me… And then, he was inside of me, sheathed to the hilt.

Strangely, I felt not an ounce of pain. Lucien had apparently kept his word. There was nothing but pleasure. And when he moved, ecstasy overcame me.

I was no expert in sex, only knowing what I’d read and what Veronica had told me, but I knew this was different. Better. Lucien’s cock was like an instrument, and he played it unbelievably well.

Drawing my hips up, he thrust in and out of me with abandon, and within minutes, I reached the apex.

I felt him swell within me. He grew even harder. He wanted more, and I wanted more.

Lucien withdrew and pulled me down to the floor with him. He turned me around, bent me over the sofa, and had me like that. I felt my knees graze on what I was sure was an authentic Persian rug, but there was no pain.

Lucien wrapped his hand in my hair as he continued to f*ck me. He was untiring, but so was I. I wanted more; I’d become as insatiable as he. We f*cked on the floor, and we f*cked on his desk. He had me up against the wall, and in his huge desk chair. The boots came off at some point and he made me lick up the leather sides while I kneeled at his feet, boots dangling from his hand. I was commanded to lick him, and I obliged, savoring every inch of him before I took him fully in my mouth.