manuscript.’ She finally remembered the coffee and croissants in front of her and busied herself with them. Now that she had finally been able to snatch her gaze from Pierre and Marie she was determined not to be drawn back to the hypnotic pleasure of watching their gorgeous bodies sliding gracefully together. She swallowed a small mouthful of croissant, sipped the coffee and asked, ‘Do you have the manuscript that I’m here to acquire?’
‘No.’ Sartine smiled.
Justine pursed her lips in frustration. ‘Then, why am I here?’
‘You might be trying to acquire La Coste . But that’s not why you’re in my hotel.’
She raised an eyebrow and studied him guardedly. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘Do you think we make a pretty sight?’
The question came from Marie.
Justine was forced to look away from Sartine and glance up at the woman to meet her gentle gaze. She was a truly beautiful example of femininity. Naked, her bare breasts were visible and the stiff tips of her nipples swayed ever so slightly as she raised and then lowered herself on the erection between her thighs. Her flesh was a swarthy olive tone that complemented her enticing dark hair. The colour of her nipples and areolae was as dark and tempting as the café au lait in Justine’s cup.
‘I’m sorry?’ Justine gasped. She had been caught by Marie’s hypnotic gaze and discovered it was almost impossible not to be enthralled by the woman’s charm. She had to blink and shake her head to distance herself from the excitement and interest the woman inspired.
‘Do you think we make a pretty sight?’
Her voice was heavily accented and she concentrated on each word as though it took an effort to consider and pronounce. There was a husky undercurrent in her tone and Justine didn’t think she had ever heard any voice sound so inherently sexy. She squirmed against her seat as she realised an answer was expected of her. Lowering her head, blushing as she nodded, Justine said, ‘Yes. I think you make a very pretty sight.’
‘Would you like to touch?’
Beyond Marie, lounging idly at the head of his table, Sartine graced Justine with a benevolent smile. His attention seemed relaxed and casual but there was something in the furtive glint of his eyes that made Justine think he was studying her with bright interest. She didn’t know if her paranoia came from all that had happened in the church the previous evening, or if some sixth sense was warning that her response to Marie’s question would govern her success in acquiring La Coste .
Slowly, she extended her hand to Marie.
The French woman grinned and took her fingers. Her touch was warm and moist with a film of perspiration. Holding her hand, Justine was struck by an electric tingle: as though she could feel echoes of Marie’s excitement. It was thrilling enough to watch Marie and Pierre as they boldly enjoyed each other in the centre of the table. But the knowledge that she was close to becoming involved in their intimacy made Justine dizzy with arousal.
‘I think you would do this much better than me,’ Marie confided.
‘I doubt it,’ Justine said honestly. Bashfully raising her gaze to meet Marie’s she added, ‘I certainly wouldn’t look as attractive.’
Marie’s slender fingers encircled Justine’s wrist and she guided her to touch the centre of her back. ‘Pierre has been ignoring my spine,’ she pouted. ‘And I adore the sensation of fingers trailing down my back. You can do that for me, no?’
Obligingly, Justine allowed her fingers to glide gently down the centre of Marie’s back. The skin beneath her fingers was silky-soft and she shared an echo of the woman’s obvious pleasure when Marie shivered and whispered a breathless, ‘ Merci .’ Delighting in the sensation of touching the woman’s bare body, Justine couldn’t resist the temptation of stroking her again. Her fingers slipped easily against the curve of her back but, this time, she allowed them to trail
‘No.’ Sartine smiled.
Justine pursed her lips in frustration. ‘Then, why am I here?’
‘You might be trying to acquire La Coste . But that’s not why you’re in my hotel.’
She raised an eyebrow and studied him guardedly. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘Do you think we make a pretty sight?’
The question came from Marie.
Justine was forced to look away from Sartine and glance up at the woman to meet her gentle gaze. She was a truly beautiful example of femininity. Naked, her bare breasts were visible and the stiff tips of her nipples swayed ever so slightly as she raised and then lowered herself on the erection between her thighs. Her flesh was a swarthy olive tone that complemented her enticing dark hair. The colour of her nipples and areolae was as dark and tempting as the café au lait in Justine’s cup.
‘I’m sorry?’ Justine gasped. She had been caught by Marie’s hypnotic gaze and discovered it was almost impossible not to be enthralled by the woman’s charm. She had to blink and shake her head to distance herself from the excitement and interest the woman inspired.
‘Do you think we make a pretty sight?’
Her voice was heavily accented and she concentrated on each word as though it took an effort to consider and pronounce. There was a husky undercurrent in her tone and Justine didn’t think she had ever heard any voice sound so inherently sexy. She squirmed against her seat as she realised an answer was expected of her. Lowering her head, blushing as she nodded, Justine said, ‘Yes. I think you make a very pretty sight.’
‘Would you like to touch?’
Beyond Marie, lounging idly at the head of his table, Sartine graced Justine with a benevolent smile. His attention seemed relaxed and casual but there was something in the furtive glint of his eyes that made Justine think he was studying her with bright interest. She didn’t know if her paranoia came from all that had happened in the church the previous evening, or if some sixth sense was warning that her response to Marie’s question would govern her success in acquiring La Coste .
Slowly, she extended her hand to Marie.
The French woman grinned and took her fingers. Her touch was warm and moist with a film of perspiration. Holding her hand, Justine was struck by an electric tingle: as though she could feel echoes of Marie’s excitement. It was thrilling enough to watch Marie and Pierre as they boldly enjoyed each other in the centre of the table. But the knowledge that she was close to becoming involved in their intimacy made Justine dizzy with arousal.
‘I think you would do this much better than me,’ Marie confided.
‘I doubt it,’ Justine said honestly. Bashfully raising her gaze to meet Marie’s she added, ‘I certainly wouldn’t look as attractive.’
Marie’s slender fingers encircled Justine’s wrist and she guided her to touch the centre of her back. ‘Pierre has been ignoring my spine,’ she pouted. ‘And I adore the sensation of fingers trailing down my back. You can do that for me, no?’
Obligingly, Justine allowed her fingers to glide gently down the centre of Marie’s back. The skin beneath her fingers was silky-soft and she shared an echo of the woman’s obvious pleasure when Marie shivered and whispered a breathless, ‘ Merci .’ Delighting in the sensation of touching the woman’s bare body, Justine couldn’t resist the temptation of stroking her again. Her fingers slipped easily against the curve of her back but, this time, she allowed them to trail
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