Page 40 of Pleasure Games

Unwanted? Really? Or is it that you want her too much?

With a groan, Luca put together another open-faced sandwich with a thick slice of bread, a slab of meat and some creamy cheese, and decided it was time to get busy. He spent the next hour removing dust covers from furniture, testing light bulbs and fixtures to make sure everything was in working order, and then going to check on the hot water boiler. There was an old bag of wood pellets—he had to get some more soon—that he dumped in the burner before lighting the pilot light. Hot water should be ready in thirty minutes. Then he made his way to the garage.

He spent another couple of hours in the garage and in the boathouse, cleaning and checking the old vehicles and boats. After so many hours working in the dust, he returned to the house and headed straight for the bathroom. After cranking the stiff tap and letting the water run through pipes that had grown rusty from disuse, he stuck his hand under the spray to test it. Scaldingly hot. Perfect.

He dropped his clothes and stepped under the spray, rubbing the dust from his skin and hair. There hadn’t been room to bring anything other than their toothbrushes and a change of clothes, they’d have to pick up toiletries tomorrow.

How long would she want to stay?

How long did he want her to stay?

Honestly? Luca didn’t know. He was completely conflicted over his surprise American guest. His logical side insisted he drive her to Nevers tomorrow so she could catch a train back to Paris.

His physical side?

Luca glanced down, noting the growing evidence of what his physical side wanted. He wanted her naked. On her back. Her legs parted. Her dark hair fanned out on a white pillow. Her lips swollen from having been wrapped around his cock...

He grasped his erection. Jesus, he needed some relief. There was an old cake of soap on a shelf and though it was as hard as a rock, after moistening it, it eventually lathered, giving off a honey and lavender scent. Once he had created some suds in his hand, Luca slid it along his length. He leaned against the tiled wall and shut his eyes, letting his imagination take over as he fisted himself.

Fuck, it had been too long.

“May I?”

Luca’s eyes popped open.

He dropped the soap and stood dumbfounded, his erection pointing straight at the object of his desire.

Jasmine stood just inside the curtain—she was stealthy, this one—completely nude. Luca took in her naked body, as if the vision of her could be absorbed through every pore. Her hair, her sultry gaze, her parted lips, her narrow shoulders and full breasts. Her slim waist and curving hips.

Her bare pussy.

He’d known it.

“Would you like me to?”

“To what?” His question came out as a growl.

“To finish.” Her gaze dropped to his erect penis. “For you.”

Luca fought with himself for all of a nanosecond.

Then she wet her lips, biting down on the bottom one before slowly raising her gaze, a sinful question in her shy smile.

That was it. Battle over.

She had won.

“Yes. Oh, fuck, yes.”

But when she grasped the backs of his legs so that she could lower herself to her knees in front of him, her mouth level with his erection while water sluiced down into her upturned face, Luca realized Jasmine hadn’t won.

He had.

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She’d woken up disorientated. But it hadn’t lasted long. Particularly when she’d padded out into the hallway and heard the water running in the bathroom.

Luca was taking a shower.

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