Page 57 of Pleasure Games

“Well, you’ve been with other women, obviously.” She flopped back down. “A lot, I’m sure.”

Jesus. What was wrong with him? Why did her semijealous tone gladden him, and why the hell did the thought of her going out and having amazing sex with someone else drive him to want to punch something?

In the throat.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Yes.” He hoped she was changing the subject because this topic was aggravating him.

“There’s something I remember, before the whole robbery thing in that shop in Paris, it might be the last thing I remember...”

Luca’s stomach tightened and his arm twitched beneath her.

She propped herself up on his chest. “I remember this lamp. It was an antique silver lamp that reminded me so much of these stories my aunt used to tell to me and my cousins. Arabian Nights.” Her eyes lit with remembrance.

“Oh?” Luca relaxed his arms and exhaled a breath he’d been holding.

“I rubbed it.” She smiled with a faraway look. “Almost like I expected a genie to appear and grant me three wishes.” She met his gaze and stroked his jaw where his beard had gotten thicker. “I think it must have worked.”

Luca laughed. “You think I’m a magical genie?”

“I think what you do to me is magical and I’m pretty sure I’ve been granted more than my share of wishes.”

He snuggled her closer. “You sure you don’t have any unanswered wishes or...desires?” They’d just made love and yet Luca’s cock stirred at the thought of trying something new.

“Well...” Her expression changed from thoughtful to playful. “Remember when you asked me about my fantasies?”

“I might remember a conversation about fantasies.” Luca was purposefully vague.

She laid her head back down on his chest and drew circles on his abdomen. “I have this one fantasy...”

Seriously. He should be exhausted. Spent. There should not be one ounce of arousal left in him. But for Jasmine? There was. “I want to hear this fantasy.”

“I loved fairy tales as a kid. They’ve sort of informed my adult fantasies.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. And there’s one where I’m dressed in a red cloak...”

“Like Little Red Riding Hood?”

“Maybe.” She lifted her head. The uncertainty that he hadn’t seen in a couple of days had returned. “Is that silly?”

“No. Tell me more.”

Her gaze slid to the side, recalling. “I’m walking through the forest and... I’m being followed.”

“By a wolf?”

She shook her head. “No. By a man.” She stroked his face. “I’ve always been more fixated on the huntsman than the wolf. Of course, he’s a shirtless man with a beard.”

“I am shirtless. I also have a beard. That is an interesting coincidence.”

“Yes.” She bit her lower lip.

“And then what happens?”

“He chases me.”

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