From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175 Reminiscing

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The sudden explosion of sunlight assaults my eyes as I leave the underground parking garage and ease onto the busy street.

Pulling on my sunglasses, I suck in the pretzel–scented air of a late pack morning and head to my office.

I’m already late, which I don’t tolerate from anyone. Staff, soldiers, associates. Me. But this morning, I don’t care about breaking my own rule. I’m hungover as fuck and exhausted from lack of sleep.

But for good reasons.

Last night, I repeatedly fucked my bride until we were both too exhausted to come anymore. With her walls down, my little baby wasn’t shy in taking what she needed from me, and her tantalizing body writhed beneath me as she came over and over again.

When we finally collapsed from exhaustion and drifted into a heavy sleep, the sun was breaking on the horizon. There had been no time to consider the consequences of what we’d just done. Her letting her walls down and me drinking from the poisoned chalice to only

want more.

It was a surprise to wake up beside her this morning and not feel the usual next–day regret as I have in the past if ever I’ve mistakenly fallen asleep in my companion’s bed.

It’s only happened twice in ten years, and each time was just as awkward and stomach- churning as the other In fact, if I’m really honest waking up with Eloise was as far from awkward as possible. Instead, it felt… almost fucking normal. As if waking up still high on the numerous orgasms from the night before is something we do every day. And I’ve missed her so fucking much. I knew we had things to talk about, but ill wait till we see each other at home later.

Driving through heavy pack traffic, I harden at the memory and have to adjust myself as a renewed need gathers inside me. A need to ravish her body with the same savagery we both enjoyed last night, so I can wake up beside her and see that delicious sleepy smile on her plush lips again.

The memory sends a kick to my heart.

Feeling soft and warm in bed beside her, I had wanted to kiss that smile from her lips and sink into her warm body and somehow satiate this need she’s awoken in me. But she’d kiboshed that thought with a dark look and a raised eyebrow.

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Chapter 175 Reminiscing

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“Hold your horses, sex fiend. This body isn’t a theme park ride you can climb on whenever you want a good time.” She sat up, her glorious curls cascading over her naked shoulders. “Just because you made me come a couple of times-”

“I believe it was more than a couple,” I said lightly.

“-doesn’t mean I’m open for business at your back and call.”

“What if that beck and call promises immense sexual satisfaction with unlimited orgasms?”

Her eyes

had flared, and I had watched the war take place behind them as she did what any smart Mafia princess would do. Weigh her options.

Suddenly, she was open to negotiation.

And if I’m good at anything, it’s negotiating something until I get what I want.

When my hands slid between her thighs, the his on her lips and the way she parted her legs were the end of her argument. She gave in to her desires, and we spent our morning doing the more pleasurable things two naked people can do in bed.

I grin to myself, ignoring the blare of car horns as I overtake cars and zoom into the parking garage beneath my office above the cocktail den

I pull out my phone and send her a message.

I was wrong. You’re not going to kill me. My hangover is.

Three dots appear immediately. Then a picture of a boob shows on my screen.

A delicious boob with a taut pink nipple that screams to be sucked and licked and teased with my tongue. With how large her boobs are, even the camera of a phone can’t contain the whole thing. Fuck me.

I quickly text back.

I stand corrected.

Riding the elevator, I remember the little whimpers she made when I bent her over the balustrade, and a wave of lust kicks my hangover in the balls. I smile and remember how her knees went weak when my cock slid into her from behind, and the moan on her lips as I conjured her orgasm from her with slow, torturous strokes.

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