Page 59 of All the Gossip from Paris
A deep, dirty chuckle reached her ears. “Anything? Now that sounds promising. I saw that lovely big couch in one of the ante rooms. I can just imagine having you naked in the ballroom. Bending you over the back of the couch. Holding you firmly by the hips while I thrust deep into your pussy. It will be hard and punishing. I promise you’ll like it, sweet Sophie.”
He had such a filthy delicious mouth.
Liam magicked up a condom out of thin air, and handed it her. “Take it slowly, and work it over my cock. If you get it right first time, I promise I won’t spare you.”
Oh god. Sophie swallowed deep. She carefully tore the packet open. Her fingers trembled as she slid the condom over the head of Liam’s cock. Slowly. Carefully. Working and earning her reward.
When it was done, Liam kissed her gently on the mouth. “Well done. My perfect straight A student. Now spread your legs, and hold on tight. I’m going to show you just how fucking good I can make you feel.”
Liam carefully separated the eggs then put the yolks into one bowl, and the whites into another. There’d been a time when he’d been able to do this one-handed without thinking. His culinary skills had slipped over the past couple of years.
This was his second time in the Royal family kitchen in as many days, and he was pleased to discover that this morning he wasn’t on the verge of having a panic attack.
A night of wild hot sex had calmed his nerves. She’d given him back his passion for life. He’d never imagined that tangling with a woman in the sheets could heal him the way being with Sophie had.
Cracking another egg on the side of the bowl, Liam separated the yolk from the white. Then set the egg shell aside.
“Now we need to make the sponge sheet first. Then after it comes out of the oven, roll it up while it’s still warm,” said Sophie.
She clearly knew what she was doing in making such a detailed dessert. He’d seen her amazing couture work, with its delicate hand beading. Sophie Royal was a woman with a unique set of creative skills.
So why did no one seem willing to give her a chance at taking on a bigger role at the family atelier?
He’d just finished separating the last of the eggs, when the door of the kitchen opened, and in strode Patrice. He was carrying a festively decorated gift bag.
Oh great, here we go.
Patrice had arrived on Christmas Eve to gift bomb his ex.
“You are a hard woman to find Sophie. The kitchen is the last place I would expect you to be on Christmas Eve. Don’t you have staff to handle the catering?” announced Patrice.
It was good thing that he’d finished cracking the eggs, because if he hadn’t there was a good chance Liam would have smashed one. Then he’d be left to pick bits of shell out of the bowl. Patrice had a way about him. It instantly set Liam’s temper on edge.
“Joyeux Noël, Patrice,” replied Sophie, not missing a beat. She motioned toward Liam. “We are making Bûche De Noël. Liam has just finished separating the eggs. I’m getting the cake flour, cocoa, and baking powder ready.”
She glanced at the gift bag in his hand. “If you were looking for Papa, you’ve missed him. My parents left for Switzerland yesterday afternoon.”
A sly smile appeared on Patrice’s face. He held the bag out toward Sophie.
“I caught up with François and Marina before they departed. This is for you. Just a little something.”
After washing and drying his hands, Liam picked up his cellphone and began to check his emails. He didn’t want to be a part of whatever this gift giving business was today. Knowing Patrice, Sophie’s present would be well out of Liam’s budget range. Likely hideously expensive.
I just hope it doesn’t sparkle.
His gift which he planned to give to Sophie later this evening was neither expensive, nor did it glitter. But it was made from the heart.
Sophie took the bag from Patrice, and held it in both hands. Liam sensed she wasn’t sure what to do with it. “Um, thank you Patrice. I didn’t realize we were exchanging gifts this Christmas.”
“Open it,” said Patrice. A request, but a firm one that expected compliance.
After setting the bag carefully on the bench, Sophie slipped her hand inside. She pulled out a lump of bright red tissue paper, then a dark green one. Whoever had wrapped the gift, had leaned heavily into the festive color theme.
Her hand went back into the bag. A bright orange piece of fabric now appeared. Patrice chuckled at the sight. “Go on unfold it. Read what it says on the front.”
Sophie met Liam’s gaze for a moment. He caught the silent plea of ‘save me’ in her eyes.
She unfolded what appeared to be an oversized t-shirt. Then stood staring at it for a second, before turning it around. On the front, printed in bold yellow letters, were four words.
