Page 58 of Pleasure Games

“Does he catch you?”

She nodded.

“And once he catches you?”

“He eats me. There’s a bit of wolf in him, after all.”

Luca groaned. His cock was rock hard.

“But first, he ties me up...”

How was it possible the woman had just described one of his own favorite fantasies? Easing her body off his, Luca rolled from the bed and went in search of something to wear. He bent down to grab a damp towel left discarded after their morning shower and fixed it around his hips.

“Where are you going?” she called.

“To get our clothes from the line. And then you’re going to town to find yourself a red cloak.”

* * *

She hadn’t found a red cloak when she took the bicycle to the village to shop, so she’d settled on a red dress, instead. In addition to that, she’d picked up some new underwear. Not that she was wearing any right now.

“Put on the dress,” Luca had commanded after she’d arrived back at the villa. He’d insisted on staying behind for who knew what reason.

Whatever the reason, it had evoked goose bumps along her arms despite the warm weather.

Jasmine had gulped. God, she loved it when he was authoritative. Maybe because she knew what it meant. He was going to take control of her body and give her the most mind-blowing gift of pleasure imaginable.

“Oh, and Jasmine,” he’d said over his shoulder. “Don’t bother with panties.”

Now Jasmine was out in the garden behind the house picking fruit. Clouds were gathering overhead and a breeze lifted the skirt of her dress and caressed her nether regions in a delightful way, reminding her of her pantylessness. She didn’t feel exposed, however—she felt positively content.

No. Not content.

Alive.

Electric.

Sensual.

Luca had said she would know when he was about to pursue her, but he didn’t tell her how she would know.

“Go out into the garden and wait for my signal.”

“What signal?” she’d asked.

“You’ll know when you hear it.”

“And then what?”

He’d smiled wickedly. “And then you run...”

She took a bite out of a pear she’d just picked. It wasn’t ripe yet and was bitter on her tongue. That was when she heard the engine of Luca’s motorcycle roar to life.

Oh, shit!

He wasn’t supposed to pursue her by motorcycle. That was cheating!

Jasmine dropped the pear and dove behind a tree. Already her heart was beating like crazy and her palms were sweating. She peeked around the trunk of the tree, and when she didn’t see any sign of man or motorcycle, she made a run for the boathouse, about seventy yards from where she had been crouching. When she got to the boathouse she tried the door. It was locked.

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