Her Lovely Lies (Beautiful White Lies Book 2) by K.L. Clare

Author:K.L. Clare [Clare, K.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: White Rose Press
Published: 2019-09-29T18:30:00+00:00

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Once we were announced and Margaret permitted us to circulate casually among the guests, the nervousness plaguing Elle subsided, and she was able to fully experience the gala. She was absolute perfection as she greeted our guests and networked with the other artists in attendance.

Our gala turned into something much larger than we’d expected after the first invitations were issued. Requests for invitations by community socialites and business owners then flooded Margaret’s office. Because so many would be in attendance, Thomas had arranged for Ben and my entire security team, the Six, to supplant the event security staff for the evening. Taylor and Andrew Evans were armed with their Met Police–issued Glock pistols.

They’re backup. No one will ever get past me.

“I need to freshen up in the ladies’ room before we go down to our seats, Will. Margaret is calling for us. After you deliver your address, the auction will immediately begin.”

“You sure you don’t want to give the speech, baby?” I winked.

“No. Way.” She kissed my cheek and dragged her fingers down the front of my trousers as she dropped her arm. It was a discreet maneuver, a reflexive act to acknowledge the fire that always burned between us. “Besides, no one can command an audience better than my handsome, charismatic husband.”

“Careful. Keep that up, and I’ll take you into the back room first, lift that gown, and fuck the hell out of you.”

I hadn’t touched her since the quickie when we showered together the day before. She’d fallen asleep later that evening while I had handled a distressed client, and then she’d had another one of those fucking nightmares. There were more nights like that one than I cared to recall, and when they occurred, I would stay awake for hours, my wife held tightly in my arms while I watched her sleep and inhaled the breath she released. I had ached to be inside her then, and I burned for her now.

My blood constantly thrummed with the need to own her body.

Elle sucked in a sharp breath through her open mouth and held it, and I stared, waiting for her to exhale and say something.

“You’ve never said it that way before,” she whispered. Desire filled her eyes.

“Are you offended?” She was not, and we both knew it. I smirked.

She had asked me to stop treating her as if she were fragile, and I wanted to give that to her but without going to the same places I had visited with other women. Everything was different with Elle.

It was difficult for me to inflict pain or oppression on this woman, even for her pleasure.

I hadn’t hit her hard, but I was still unsettled about spanking her a few weeks back. With every recollection, my chest split. I had to show her that I neither wanted nor needed the rough foreplay. I suspected she was offering it for my sake.

“Offend me? Not at all.” She flashed a smile. It was the smile. “And I love the idea about the back room, really.

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