Experienced (A Real Man, 4) Read Free Page B

time to kiss him, or for him to lean in those extra few inches and kiss me. I wanted to, wanted to feel his lips on mine, feel that power, that experience I knew he had deep in his marrow. I wanted it to fill me.
    He leaned in another inch, and I found myself doing the same. For a second, we breathed the same air. His body was so big, so muscular, that he seemed to block out everything behind him. I felt wholly feminine right now, and I wanted more.
    And just when I thought I’d finally feel his lips on mine, and finally get a taste of the man that I’d wanted for so long it sucked the very life out of me, the car slowed.
    “We’re here, Sir.”
    I felt reality slam into me, and as I leaned back, I was aware of Hugo still watching me. He looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes, his focus trained on my mouth. His broad, defined chest rising and falling a little harder, faster told me he was still in that moment.
    I hadn’t imagined this; I wasn’t the only one fantasizing about being together.
    Hugo wanted me as much as I wanted him.

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    Hugo
    I was hard , painfully so. All I wanted to do was kiss Sabine right then and there. Of course, the timing had interrupted what I knew would have eventually happened. As much as I wanted to say fuck breakfast and just admit what I wanted with her, I gathered my self-control and helped her out of the car.
    What I knew without a doubt was that Sabine wanted me, and I wasn’t going to back down now that I’d seen the truth coming off her in waves.
    She’d be mine.

5
    Sabine
    W e’d left the coffee shop half an hour ago, but with the traffic and the fact that Hugo wanted to take me to this ritzy, exclusive boutique, we’d just arrived five minutes ago.
    But already I was in a dressing room, the woman working the floor shoving dresses at me. She’d been very friendly with Hugo, but I hadn’t seen it as sexual, or even attraction on her part. She’d been pleasantly surprised to see him.
    I thought about Hugo’s profession, about what would happen if I were involved with him. It might be wishful thinking, and I supposed I needed to be realistic, but it was hard not thinking about the what ifs .
    With him owning his own business, he traveled a lot, going to different countries, making deals to further his business; he had connections that made my meager life look dull and unappealing. But he’d always been a facet in my life, and I couldn’t see myself not having him there. He’d always been there, even from afar. Hugo had always shown me it didn’t matter how much money someone did or didn’t have … if they were genuine they were valued.
    And he was as genuine as they came.
    I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. For a second, I didn’t even recognize myself, not with the expensive dress draped over my body, showing off my curves in the most tempting ways.
    Yes, I admitted I looked nice in this dress, beautiful even, and a part of me felt uncomfortable with that fact. I didn’t dress up, and when I did, it certainly wasn’t with lace and silk.
    Will Hugo think I’m beautiful?
    I smoothed my hands over the cream colored material, the lace beneath my fingers smooth, yet slightly raised. The V-neck was right above my breasts, and the large swells gently rose above it with every inhalation I took . I only stood there for a few moments before I heard Hugo clear his throat. My heart started racing harder, knowing he was right behind the dressing room door.
    “You’re well in there?” he asked, and I looked myself over again. The lace detailing had rose-colored threads throughout it, and the material fell to my knees. It was classy, yet revealing without being obscene.
    “I’m good,” I said, but immediately cleared my throat as my voice sounded thick. The arousal still thrummed through my veins.
    “You’re dressed?” he asked, and I heard the distinct change in the pitch of his voice. It got lower, huskier, and I wondered if he was imagining me without